Translator: MarcTempest
Editor: AgRoseCrystal
Chapter 549
“I’ve never drawn anything on the snow except for so small footprints when I was a kid.”
The most she had ever done was to lie down on the snow and flap her arms and legs to make an angel-shaped imprint.
Yu Seo-young sighed.
“We’re all new to this, so we don’t have a clue how to draw on the snow.”
“Is it that hard to draw on the snow instead of a canvas?”
“Of course it is! It’s a new material. How can you expect us to draw without researching the material first? You guys are the sa.”
Hwang Ji-yoon said, and Yu Seo-young chuckled.
“I heard the film departnt went crazy when you practiced with the Kid 100 cara or whatever it’s called.”
“Ah…”
Hwang Ji-yoon scratched her cheek at Yu Seo-young’s words.
A week ago, three Kid 100 caras sent by Cocoa Entertainnt arrived at KNUA.
They were stored in the office assigned to the project team, but the filming team took the Kid 100 caras and went around the campus to practice, and the news of the Kid 100 caras spread.
“Woo-jin sunbae! Let try it once!”
“Se-yeon!”
The film students who knew soone in the [Fire] team followed them with their eyes on fire, begging to take a shot or at least touch it once.
“Our departnt kids were asking if the film kids ate sothing wrong.”
It had cald down now, but for the first two days, they were running around like mad, and the students from other departnts were avoiding them with their eyes wide open.
Rembering the scene, Hwang Ji-yoon buried her face in her palms with embarrassnt.
“Anyway, you guys also practice with different caras when you get them, right? That way, you can learn what features the cara has and how it looks on the screen when you actually shoot.”
“True.”
Hwang Ji-yoon nodded.
“It’s the sa for us. Material analysis is our first priority. Even if you use the sa crayons, the texture and the degree of smudging on the paper are different from those of a painter who knows them well and those of an ordinary person who doesn’t.”
Yu Seo-young sighed deeply.
“Do you think we would have gone through the trouble of making snow out of ice and experinting with it?”
At that, Hwang Ji-yoon could only sigh heavily. The art team seed to be working hard too.
“…Well, let’s make this our first choice for now.”
Hwang Ji-yoon and Yu Seo-young sighed at the sa ti as they looked at the picture that the art team unanimously agreed on.
***
Hwang Ji-yoon had a place to go for healing when she was stressed and worried about the production of [Fire].
It was the acting departnt’s practice room in Building A.
She sat in the corner and watched Seo-jun and Hwang Do-yoon practice quietly, and she smiled involuntarily as if the characters she had seen in her dreams ca out and moved.
‘I really saw them in my dreams.’
One of them was Hwang Do-yoon, who gave her the chills, but… they suited each other well.
By chance or fate.
The scene they were practicing today was the climax part. It was the part that Hwang Ji-yoon and Yu Seo-young were worried about until a while ago.
Seo-jun, who had put on the mask of the ‘unknown painter’, looked at the white snowfield in front of him. He felt like he could see his breath and hear the sound of his feet stepping on the snow.
‘Going to the ski resort helped.’
It was a few months ago, but he vividly rembered the cold wind that hit his face, the chill that made his body shiver, the bright white snow that reflected the light, and the snow that he stepped on, threw, and got hit by (they had a snowball fight).
The unknown painter stepped on the snow.
He didn’t care what was under the fluffy snow, or if he would slip, or if he should be careful. He seed to be lost in his own world as he stepped on the snow with a thud-
“Haah…”
It was a small sound, but it was loud enough to be heard in the quiet practice room. The one who sighed, Hwang Ji-yoon, was also surprised.
“Sorry! I’ll be quiet! Keep going!”
She had been coming to watch the practice all this ti, but it was the first ti Hwang Ji-yoon made a noise during the practice. She looked bad since she ca in.
“No, I’ll go and see! Good luck!”
Before Hwang Ji-yoon could get up and apologize, Seo-jun opened his mouth.
“Do-yoon hyung, shall we take a break for a while?”
“Yeah. Let’s do that.”
Hwang Do-yoon nodded at Seo-jun’s words.
***
Seo-jun and Hwang Do-yoon asked her what was wrong, and Hwang Ji-yoon told them her worries. She also showed them the picture that she chose as her first priority.
“Isn’t this good enough?”
“…Hmm. It’s a bit disappointing.”
Hwang Do-yoon looked puzzled and Seo-jun looked more closely.
It was a picture that showed the ‘unknown’ and the ‘ordinary’ as they were, and Hwang Ji-yoon couldn’t help but laugh.
“There’s another problem. We have to make the paint to use on the snow.”
“Paint?”
“Yeah. The paint spreads differently on normal paper and wet snow. It can’t be too thin or too thick. We have to know the concentration. And since we’re using it in nature, we have to make it eco-friendly so it doesn’t cause any problems.”
Seo-jun and Hwang Do-yoon’s eyes widened. There were more things they needed than they thought.
“You ca up with such a scene well.”
“I didn’t know much about art, so I just thought it would work. Well, what can I do? I have to do as much as I can. This isn’t bad either.”
“I think it’s good.”
As Hwang Ji-yoon sighed and Hwang Do-yoon scratched his chin,
‘Snow painting…’
Seo-jun was racking his brain.
He had seen it before.
A picture drawn on a wide snowfield with colorful paints.
‘Ah, there’s also a watercolor work. There was a picture drawn on the snow. I have a photo of it, do you want to see it, Jun?’ The professor Arno who boasted of his disciple ca to his mind.
The photo he saw then.
It was unfamiliar because it was drawn on the snow that was naturally made, not on the usual canvas, but it was a great picture that expressed the smudging, the mixing of colors, and the gradation as if he was familiar with it.
If it was Matteo who drew that picture, he would be able to help a lot.
“I know a painter, can I ask him?”
Hwang Do-yoon and Hwang Ji-yoon’s eyes widened at Seo-jun’s words.
If Seo-jun knew a painter… Was he a student of Mirinae Arts High School’s art departnt? No, then he would say a friend or a senior, not a painter…
But if Seo-jun was the first to talk, it might be a big help. She didn’t mind if he was a high school junior, and Hwang Ji-yoon nodded quickly.
“Uh, uh. Can you ask him?”
“Yes. Just a mont.”
Seo-jun smiled and tapped his phone.
It was 5 p.m. now, and France would be around 10 a.m.
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