“Thank you for the wait.”
As the clock struck 2, John Carter announced the start of the signing event.
Reporters like Kim Jiwoo and Lee Inho took pictures of their surroundings with a large cameras.
“We have two people who decorated the Whitney Biennale beautifully this year. Do they need an introduction?”
Fans of Henry Marceau waved their hands in joy.
Some people shouted his name, but I think they didn’t want to shout loudly because we were inside the museum.
“Mr. Marceau, please say something to your fans.”
Henry Marceau opened his mouth with a look of displeasure.
“You’re lucky.”
Michelle Platini shook her head and touched her forehead, while John Carter looked flustered, so I wondered if that’s something that should be said to the fans.
“Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”
But contrary to my expectation, the people standing in line for Marceau were happy.
“I don’t have time, so think about what you want me to draw. If you don’t tell me in a second, I’ll pass to the next one.”
Henry Marceau threatened, snatching the marker handed by his secretary.
“Yayyyyyyyyy”
“Really? Wowwwwwww?”
He said it was nonsense to me, but now he is trying to do bigger nonsense than me.
I thought a lot about what to draw in one minute before coming here.
Even that was hard for me, so it was impossible for me to draw according to the taste of 100 people.
Reporters take pictures excitedly, and Michelle Platini sits far away on a couch looking at her smartphone, apparently familiar with Henry Marceau’s stern attitude.
John Carter, the host, shook his head in confusion.
“Mr. Marceau seems to have prepared a big present for the fans. Then, let’s welcome the other Artist, the young sensational Mr. Ko Hun.”
After looking at John Carter, I turned my head to look at my fans, who seem to be envious of Marceau’s fans at a glance
“I don’t think I can draw a picture of your request because I don’t have any great skills like Marceau. Instead, I’m going to give you a hand-drawn painting and chocolate. Will it be all right?”
“It’s all right!”
The open-minded fans were happy as if they understood my situation.
“Hmph.”
I turned my head to a familiar snort, there Henry Marceau could be seen with a triumphant look.
John Carter warned everyone that they should not touch my body without consent.
The first person approached under the guidance of security staff.
“Hello.”
“Nice to meet you. Your paintings were amazing.”
“Thank you.”
I want to talk by looking at his eyes, but I don’t have time for that.
I took out lemon yellow and golden yellow oil pastels and drew them as I practiced and asked.
“What’s your name?”
“Joshua Miller. J o s h u a M i l l e r.”
He spelled his name for me step by step.
Leaves were drawn with lemon yellow and the center was filled with golden yellow.
Then, I spread out the golden yellow with my hand to add shade and wrote
‘To Joshua Miller’ below it.
“Thank you, Is this your own drawing?”
“Yes, I prepared it this morning. And this one is drawn only for you. I’ll guarantee it with this signature.”
“Ahh….Thank you…Thank you!”
Joshua Miller hugged the sunflower tightly.
Looking at his overwhelming expression, I felt glad that I prepared it.
“Thank you for coming.”
“Thank you. Thank you! I will definitely come when you open an exhibition in the U.S.”
I smiled and saw him off, and looking to the side, I saw Henry Marceau drawing with his pen like crazy.
Whether it’s the self-portrait I saw in Paris or the [Shadow] exhibited at the Whitney Museum, I can’t help but acknowledge his skills.
The precise and detailed description that feels alive is beyond my reach.
His hands are fast.
He sent off a man just like me.
“Hello.”
“Hi.”
When I greeted the second person, Marceau also seemed to be speaking to the next person.
“I’m, uh.”
“Say it quickly!”
“Me, me. Please draw my face.”
“Damn it, don’t move.”
“Yes!”
“Don’t open your mouth.”
Seeing the absurd scene taking place in the next row, I turned my head and made eye contact with the second fan, and smiled.
“What’s your name?”
“Anthony White.”
“That’s a nice name.”
I drew it the same way I practiced, and this time I asked a question.
“Did you enjoy the Biennale?”
“Yes. I’ve been seeing the works since yesterday and it’s really great.”
“ Is that so.? I haven’t seen many works yet. Where do you think I should see first?”
“Third floor. By the terrace.”
“That’s where my painting hangs.”
“That’s right.”
Anthony White smiled brightly as I looked up at him after completing the sunflower.
It was ridiculous and I laughed because he seemed to say that my painting was the best.
“Thank you for coming.”
“Really. I’ll cherish it so much. Promise.””
While I made a pinky promise with Anthony White, suddenly I heard Henry Marceau’s burst out.
“What do you mean by ‘draw my dog’! How am I supposed to know your dog?”
“Here.”
An angry Henry Marceau closed his mouth after observing the picture when the fan opened his smartphone and showed it to him.
“…cute.”
“Yes! Two years old!”
“Noisy. Don’t talk.”
I think he’s doing well in his own way.
An hour has passed since the beginning of the signing event.
Ko Hun felt tired and loosened his hands for a while.
Even though it was a simple drawing, it was not easy to repeat the same behavior in a hurry.
Ko Hun turned his neck, shook his wrist, and soothed his tired body.
Meanwhile, Henry Marceau was gradually running out of gas.
It has been a long time since he felt the limitations, although he observed things sharply with a flash of intuition and completed more than 50 croquis with hands that were close to novelty, it has been a long time since he felt the limit.
There were often days when he only held on to paintings all day long.
However, most of the time he was devoted to devising, and rarely did he move the pen like a machine.
Henry Marceau managed to grasp the fading spirit for more than an hour and received the next person.
“What?”
“Me. Please draw my face.”
Henry Marceau gnashed his teeth.
From some point on, everyone asked him to draw their faces.
Since his fans loved him so much, they didn’t pay much attention to drawing, they were fine with anything.
But it was just too hard for Henry Marceau to continue drawing.
“Triangle.”
“What?”
“You want a triangle, don’t you?”
“…Triangle?”
“Then, Do you want me to draw a square?”
“Yes. I was, uh…”
His fan choked up as Henry Marceau, facing the limitations, became irritable.
The fan’s lips came forward, but he was forced to nod with tearful eyes.
“Don’t cry.”
Henry Marceau began to draw his face with his hands.
“Thank you!”
“Of course, you should be. Do you know how much my sketch is?”
“No.”
“Don’t even think of selling it. If I find it getting sold, I’m gonna track you down and sue you.”
“Yes!”
The fans responded vigorously to Henry Marceau’s threats.
“They look happy.”
Ko Hun, who saw Henry Marceau becoming impoverished amid enthusiastic fans’ support, received the next fan.
After the promised time passed, and when the scheduled event was about to be wrapped up, Henry Marceau twitched his lips looking at the 38 people in front of him.
When he turned his head, Ko Hun was greeting the last person leisurely.
‘Damn it. I said I’d hurry as much as I could, but I couldn’t draw it roughly.’
Even if it was a short croquis between one and two minutes, he couldn’t draw an imperfect picture.
The hand holding the pen had been stiff for a long time.
Compared to the beginning, the speed of completing one sketch has also become noticeably slower.
‘Should I say I’ll draw it for them later?’
Fans came into Henry Marceau’s view, who thought of compromising momentarily.
As time ran out, he looked nervous.
“Well, Mr. Marceau, time is up.”
John Carter took the mic.
“Shut up. Can’t you see them?”
Henry Marceau pointed to his fans with a marker in his hand.
He quickly lowered his head again and moved his pen.
Fans who were anxious about not receiving the painting from him shouted Henry Marceau’s name.
“Henry! Henry!”
“Henry! Henry!”
“Henry! Henry!”
“SHUT UP! It’s distracting !”
Fans laughed at Henry Marceau’s cry and quit the chanting.
“Thank you. Have fun watching the Biennale.”
On the other hand, Ko Hun, who gave everyone a sunflower painting and chocolate, stood up.
He greeted the fans who stayed until the signing event was over and went to the next table.
Henry Marceau got a fit of nerves.
“Get out of the way.”
“You’re doing great.”
Ko Hun admired Henry Marceau.
His body and mind must have been exhausted from drawing for 90 minutes without a break, but his form was clear.
“Ah..”
Henry Marceau, whose strength and mind had reached its limit, was excited by Ko Hun’s words.
That caused a mistake in the drawing.
He couldn’t even modify it because it was drawn in a marker.
Henry Marceau, who had endured well so far, hardened.
“Oh no.”
Ko Hun patted Henry Marceau on the shoulder.
Even if it started because of an uninteresting competition, Ko Hun didn’t hate him as he saw him working hard for his fans until the end.
Ko Hun knew how hard it is for him.
Ko Hun cheered for him with all his heart.
“Cheer up a little bit more. Everyone’s rooting for you.”
Henry Marceau wanted to grab Ko Hun by the collar right away.
He wanted to ask who made me do this, but there were so many people waiting.
If it were only Whitney Museum employees, he would have quit right away, but he couldn’t do that to his fans.
The only way is to take a rest today and ask them to come again tomorrow.
His pride was hurt, but he was going to endure it because it was the only way to keep his promise to the fans.
At that moment, Ko Hun told Henry Marceau’s fans.
“It’s not easy to do this for 90 minutes. His hands are shaking, too.”
Ko Hun knew why Henry Marceau was able to show superhuman strength.
“It’s all thanks to you. Please cheer for him. If you cheer for him, Marceau will cheer up, too.”
Henry’s fans, who were listening to Ko Hun, began to chant the word ‘Henry’.
“Cheer up Henry!”
“Come on!”
“Henry! Henry!”
“Henry! Henry!”
Henry Marceau, who wanted to ask them to come again tomorrow, couldn’t say anything in this atmosphere.
‘This damn little brat again.’
He gritted his teeth as he watched Ko Hun, who instigated them.
“Okay, NEXT!”
“I came from LA to see Henry!”
“I’m from Korea!”
Henri Marceau drew the spectacles and drew a line that went wrong and changed it into a mask
“Oh, then the face…”
The fan who asked for his portrait was confused because his face was covered.
“Wear a mask while showing it to others! NEXT!”
[Henry Marceau, Ko Hun’s surprise event!]
[Henry Marceau who drew 100 sketches in 211 minutes! Will it be listed in the Guinness Book of World Records?]
[200 people received painting gifts from the world’s best artists!]
[Presents for fans]
[Henry Marceau, who collapsed after 211 minutes]
2 p.m. today.
Artists Henry Marceau and Ko Hun held a signing event at the Whitney Museum, where the Whitney Biennale is underway.
The two artists, who are currently drawing the most attention, were not able to stay still this time either.
Henry Marceau, who was stimulated by Ko Hun’s preparation of a high-quality chocolate set and cute sunflower painting for fans, committed to painting on the spot.
100 participants came for the 90-minute signing event.
Although many officials, including Ko Hun, judged it impossible, Henry Marceau showed his indomitable will and drew a picture for all the fans, even after the end of the event.
Fans cheered enthusiastically for Henry Marceau, who did his best until the end.
Ko Hun, who had a signing event with him, cheered for Henry Marceau with his fans even after the signing event, creating a heartwarming scene.
Is it just me? Isn’t this crazy? Why do you have to do that?
He wanted to prove that he can do what Ko Hun does. Isn’t he always like this?
You have to watch the video. If you look at the picture of Henry lying down, there is oil pastel on his back. Ko Hun nailed it.
Did he get it when Hun tried to comfort him?
Henry is rude to other people, but he’s good to his fans.
I’m so jealous. I also want Hun’s sunflower.
Isn’t it amazing? If the person who gets it sells it, won’t they get billions?
Do you think any of the people over there will sell it?
If they did, they should quit being a fan.
It’s not that expensive. Even if there are only 100 pieces of the miniature sunflower, it is not drawn like a painting, it is only a symbol to draw quickly, so it will not be very expensive even if you try to sell it.
Henry’s paintings are all different. I think he’s really crazy. How can he draw so well in 1 or 2 minutes?
No wonder he’s a genius.
I thought his painting could be a little expensive, but he threatened everyone. He said if they sell it, he’ll find them and sue them. Is that legally possible?
If the law doesn’t work, he’ll bury them in an illegal way.
“Thank you for the wait.”
As the clock struck 2, John Carter announced the start of the signing event.
Reporters like Kim Jiwoo and Lee Inho took pictures of their surroundings with a large cameras.
“We have two people who decorated the Whitney Biennale beautifully this year. Do they need an introduction?”
Fans of Henry Marceau waved their hands in joy.
Some people shouted his name, but I think they didn’t want to shout loudly because we were inside the museum.
“Mr. Marceau, please say something to your fans.”
Henry Marceau opened his mouth with a look of displeasure.
“You’re lucky.”
Michelle Platini shook her head and touched her forehead, while John Carter looked flustered, so I wondered if that’s something that should be said to the fans.
“Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!”
But contrary to my expectation, the people standing in line for Marceau were happy.
“I don’t have time, so think about what you want me to draw. If you don’t tell me in a second, I’ll pass to the next one.”
Henry Marceau threatened, snatching the marker handed by his secretary.
“Yayyyyyyyyy”
“Really? Wowwwwwww?”
He said it was nonsense to me, but now he is trying to do bigger nonsense than me.
I thought a lot about what to draw in one minute before coming here.
Even that was hard for me, so it was impossible for me to draw according to the taste of 100 people.
Reporters take pictures excitedly, and Michelle Platini sits far away on a couch looking at her smartphone, apparently familiar with Henry Marceau’s stern attitude.
John Carter, the host, shook his head in confusion.
“Mr. Marceau seems to have prepared a big present for the fans. Then, let’s welcome the other Artist, the young sensational Mr. Ko Hun.”
After looking at John Carter, I turned my head to look at my fans, who seem to be envious of Marceau’s fans at a glance
“I don’t think I can draw a picture of your request because I don’t have any great skills like Marceau. Instead, I’m going to give you a hand-drawn painting and chocolate. Will it be all right?”
“It’s all right!”
The open-minded fans were happy as if they understood my situation.
“Hmph.”
I turned my head to a familiar snort, there Henry Marceau could be seen with a triumphant look.
John Carter warned everyone that they should not touch my body without consent.
The first person approached under the guidance of security staff.
“Hello.”
“Nice to meet you. Your paintings were amazing.”
“Thank you.”
I want to talk by looking at his eyes, but I don’t have time for that.
I took out lemon yellow and golden yellow oil pastels and drew them as I practiced and asked.
“What’s your name?”
“Joshua Miller. J o s h u a M i l l e r.”
He spelled his name for me step by step.
Leaves were drawn with lemon yellow and the center was filled with golden yellow.
Then, I spread out the golden yellow with my hand to add shade and wrote
‘To Joshua Miller’ below it.
“Thank you, Is this your own drawing?”
“Yes, I prepared it this morning. And this one is drawn only for you. I’ll guarantee it with this signature.”
“Ahh….Thank you…Thank you!”
Joshua Miller hugged the sunflower tightly.
Looking at his overwhelming expression, I felt glad that I prepared it.
“Thank you for coming.”
“Thank you. Thank you! I will definitely come when you open an exhibition in the U.S.”
I smiled and saw him off, and looking to the side, I saw Henry Marceau drawing with his pen like crazy.
Whether it’s the self-portrait I saw in Paris or the [Shadow] exhibited at the Whitney Museum, I can’t help but acknowledge his skills.
The precise and detailed description that feels alive is beyond my reach.
His hands are fast.
He sent off a man just like me.
“Hello.”
“Hi.”
When I greeted the second person, Marceau also seemed to be speaking to the next person.
“I’m, uh.”
“Say it quickly!”
“Me, me. Please draw my face.”
“Damn it, don’t move.”
“Yes!”
“Don’t open your mouth.”
Seeing the absurd scene taking place in the next row, I turned my head and made eye contact with the second fan, and smiled.
“What’s your name?”
“Anthony White.”
“That’s a nice name.”
I drew it the same way I practiced, and this time I asked a question.
“Did you enjoy the Biennale?”
“Yes. I’ve been seeing the works since yesterday and it’s really great.”
“ Is that so.? I haven’t seen many works yet. Where do you think I should see first?”
“Third floor. By the terrace.”
“That’s where my painting hangs.”
“That’s right.”
Anthony White smiled brightly as I looked up at him after completing the sunflower.
It was ridiculous and I laughed because he seemed to say that my painting was the best.
“Thank you for coming.”
“Really. I’ll cherish it so much. Promise.””
While I made a pinky promise with Anthony White, suddenly I heard Henry Marceau’s burst out.
“What do you mean by ‘draw my dog’! How am I supposed to know your dog?”
“Here.”
An angry Henry Marceau closed his mouth after observing the picture when the fan opened his smartphone and showed it to him.
“…cute.”
“Yes! Two years old!”
“Noisy. Don’t talk.”
I think he’s doing well in his own way.
An hour has passed since the beginning of the signing event.
Ko Hun felt tired and loosened his hands for a while.
Even though it was a simple drawing, it was not easy to repeat the same behavior in a hurry.
Ko Hun turned his neck, shook his wrist, and soothed his tired body.
Meanwhile, Henry Marceau was gradually running out of gas.
It has been a long time since he felt the limitations, although he observed things sharply with a flash of intuition and completed more than 50 croquis with hands that were close to novelty, it has been a long time since he felt the limit.
There were often days when he only held on to paintings all day long.
However, most of the time he was devoted to devising, and rarely did he move the pen like a machine.
Henry Marceau managed to grasp the fading spirit for more than an hour and received the next person.
“What?”
“Me. Please draw my face.”
Henry Marceau gnashed his teeth.
From some point on, everyone asked him to draw their faces.
Since his fans loved him so much, they didn’t pay much attention to drawing, they were fine with anything.
But it was just too hard for Henry Marceau to continue drawing.
“Triangle.”
“What?”
“You want a triangle, don’t you?”
“…Triangle?”
“Then, Do you want me to draw a square?”
“Yes. I was, uh…”
His fan choked up as Henry Marceau, facing the limitations, became irritable.
The fan’s lips came forward, but he was forced to nod with tearful eyes.
“Don’t cry.”
Henry Marceau began to draw his face with his hands.
“Thank you!”
“Of course, you should be. Do you know how much my sketch is?”
“No.”
“Don’t even think of selling it. If I find it getting sold, I’m gonna track you down and sue you.”
“Yes!”
The fans responded vigorously to Henry Marceau’s threats.
“They look happy.”
Ko Hun, who saw Henry Marceau becoming impoverished amid enthusiastic fans’ support, received the next fan.
After the promised time passed, and when the scheduled event was about to be wrapped up, Henry Marceau twitched his lips looking at the 38 people in front of him.
When he turned his head, Ko Hun was greeting the last person leisurely.
‘Damn it. I said I’d hurry as much as I could, but I couldn’t draw it roughly.’
Even if it was a short croquis between one and two minutes, he couldn’t draw an imperfect picture.
The hand holding the pen had been stiff for a long time.
Compared to the beginning, the speed of completing one sketch has also become noticeably slower.
‘Should I say I’ll draw it for them later?’
Fans came into Henry Marceau’s view, who thought of compromising momentarily.
As time ran out, he looked nervous.
“Well, Mr. Marceau, time is up.”
John Carter took the mic.
“Shut up. Can’t you see them?”
Henry Marceau pointed to his fans with a marker in his hand.
He quickly lowered his head again and moved his pen.
Fans who were anxious about not receiving the painting from him shouted Henry Marceau’s name.
“Henry! Henry!”
“Henry! Henry!”
“Henry! Henry!”
“SHUT UP! It’s distracting !”
Fans laughed at Henry Marceau’s cry and quit the chanting.
“Thank you. Have fun watching the Biennale.”
On the other hand, Ko Hun, who gave everyone a sunflower painting and chocolate, stood up.
He greeted the fans who stayed until the signing event was over and went to the next table.
Henry Marceau got a fit of nerves.
“Get out of the way.”
“You’re doing great.”
Ko Hun admired Henry Marceau.
His body and mind must have been exhausted from drawing for 90 minutes without a break, but his form was clear.
“Ah..”
Henry Marceau, whose strength and mind had reached its limit, was excited by Ko Hun’s words.
That caused a mistake in the drawing.
He couldn’t even modify it because it was drawn in a marker.
Henry Marceau, who had endured well so far, hardened.
“Oh no.”
Ko Hun patted Henry Marceau on the shoulder.
Even if it started because of an uninteresting competition, Ko Hun didn’t hate him as he saw him working hard for his fans until the end.
Ko Hun knew how hard it is for him.
Ko Hun cheered for him with all his heart.
“Cheer up a little bit more. Everyone’s rooting for you.”
Henry Marceau wanted to grab Ko Hun by the collar right away.
He wanted to ask who made me do this, but there were so many people waiting.
If it were only Whitney Museum employees, he would have quit right away, but he couldn’t do that to his fans.
The only way is to take a rest today and ask them to come again tomorrow.
His pride was hurt, but he was going to endure it because it was the only way to keep his promise to the fans.
At that moment, Ko Hun told Henry Marceau’s fans.
“It’s not easy to do this for 90 minutes. His hands are shaking, too.”
Ko Hun knew why Henry Marceau was able to show superhuman strength.
“It’s all thanks to you. Please cheer for him. If you cheer for him, Marceau will cheer up, too.”
Henry’s fans, who were listening to Ko Hun, began to chant the word ‘Henry’.
“Cheer up Henry!”
“Come on!”
“Henry! Henry!”
“Henry! Henry!”
Henry Marceau, who wanted to ask them to come again tomorrow, couldn’t say anything in this atmosphere.
‘This damn little brat again.’
He gritted his teeth as he watched Ko Hun, who instigated them.
“Okay, NEXT!”
“I came from LA to see Henry!”
“I’m from Korea!”
Henri Marceau drew the spectacles and drew a line that went wrong and changed it into a mask
“Oh, then the face…”
The fan who asked for his portrait was confused because his face was covered.
“Wear a mask while showing it to others! NEXT!”
[Henry Marceau, Ko Hun’s surprise event!]
[Henry Marceau who drew 100 sketches in 211 minutes! Will it be listed in the Guinness Book of World Records?]
[200 people received painting gifts from the world’s best artists!]
[Presents for fans]
[Henry Marceau, who collapsed after 211 minutes]
2 p.m. today.
Artists Henry Marceau and Ko Hun held a signing event at the Whitney Museum, where the Whitney Biennale is underway.
The two artists, who are currently drawing the most attention, were not able to stay still this time either.
Henry Marceau, who was stimulated by Ko Hun’s preparation of a high-quality chocolate set and cute sunflower painting for fans, committed to painting on the spot.
100 participants came for the 90-minute signing event.
Although many officials, including Ko Hun, judged it impossible, Henry Marceau showed his indomitable will and drew a picture for all the fans, even after the end of the event.
Fans cheered enthusiastically for Henry Marceau, who did his best until the end.
Ko Hun, who had a signing event with him, cheered for Henry Marceau with his fans even after the signing event, creating a heartwarming scene.
Is it just me? Isn’t this crazy? Why do you have to do that?
He wanted to prove that he can do what Ko Hun does. Isn’t he always like this?
You have to watch the video. If you look at the picture of Henry lying down, there is oil pastel on his back. Ko Hun nailed it.
Did he get it when Hun tried to comfort him?
Henry is rude to other people, but he’s good to his fans.
I’m so jealous. I also want Hun’s sunflower.
Isn’t it amazing? If the person who gets it sells it, won’t they get billions?
Do you think any of the people over there will sell it?
If they did, they should quit being a fan.
It’s not that expensive. Even if there are only 100 pieces of the miniature sunflower, it is not drawn like a painting, it is only a symbol to draw quickly, so it will not be very expensive even if you try to sell it.
Henry’s paintings are all different. I think he’s really crazy. How can he draw so well in 1 or 2 minutes?
No wonder he’s a genius.
I thought his painting could be a little expensive, but he threatened everyone. He said if they sell it, he’ll find them and sue them. Is that legally possible?
If the law doesn’t work, he’ll bury them in an illegal way.
