I Became A Renowned Genius At My Arts High School - Chapter 256



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Episode 256. Growth (1)

“I thought it would be a big hit from the time of the demonstration. But the results are exceeding my expectations and predictions.”

Bloomberg praised Su-hyeon’s project with a smile that could not be more amiable.

“Soohyun, your work has a very positive influence. So this year, we are considering ways to make it a sustainable project rather than a one-off project.”

“thank you.”

Soo-hyeon answered with a bewildered expression.

Su-hyeon also felt firsthand that the vending machine project was receiving a hot response.

Many people were talking about vending machines, and the sight of Vending Machine John from afar was radiating strong energy everywhere.

But it felt different when I actually heard it from Bloomberg, the mayor.

His words were specific and constructive. If the project period is extended, more writers can participate and more people can be helped.

Su-hyeon felt relieved and happy to receive the compliment.

My heart was touched by the news that new movements were occurring through the vending machine that Soo-hyun had shot up.

“Alicia. Please pass that on to me.”

As Bloomberg nodded to Team Leader Alicia, Alicia stood up and came over carrying a large box.

“What is this?”

When Soo-hyun asked, Bloomberg, Alicia, and everyone else present smiled at the same time.

“First of all, it’s a photo. The original is still difficult to collect, and there is an opinion that it should be used in the next exhibition. Oh, of course, after the exhibition, the original will be returned to the artist as is.”

Su-hyeon opened the box while listening to Bloomberg’s explanation. And.

“It’s a letter.”

Su-hyeon let out an exclamation.

Swish.

Just looking at it was enough.

I could tell without explanation.

What Mayor Bloomberg prepared was a photo of each letter stuck on the vending machine.

“oh my god.”

Ugh.

A wave of emotion made Soo-Hyeon’s heart flutter.

The photos were filled with messages of gratitude, blessings, and sincerity as people shared their stories candidly.

“This is truly a great gift.”

Su-hyeon held the bundle of photos tightly and hugged it to her chest.

“Thank you for your concern.”

Mayor Bloomberg, who had been watching Su-hyeon bowing and greeting, bowed deeply and opened his mouth.

“Thank you, Soo-hyun. Soo-hyun. On behalf of New York City, I would like to formally thank you. You have done a truly great job.”

Bloomberg raised his head again, rolled up his sleeves and looked at me with enthusiasm in his eyes.

“But this is just the beginning. So let’s grow it together.”

***

“and.”

Two hours later.

Su-hyeon, who barely escaped the conference room, decided to take a short walk through the busy streets of New York.

I felt like I needed to somehow calm down the rising excitement.

“This is crazy.”

Su-hyeon muttered.

An informal interview, the ability to execute without being caught up in procedures, and an open mind without prejudice.

There was a reason why Whitney introduced Bloomberg as an eccentric mayor. Bloomberg, who had made me nod several times before.

“I don’t know how it will end.”

But what Soo-Hyeon saw might have been just the tip of the iceberg.

Today, Bloomberg surprised Su-hyeon with a scale unlike any before, and with unstoppable imagination and preparation.

“I thought that people in government would be conservative, picky, and slow.”

Su-hyeon shook her head, putting aside her preconceptions.

Bloomberg’s call was not only to congratulate and praise the successful launch of the project, but also to discuss the next steps.

I had guessed that much and had prepared in advance, so I prepared a list of writers who would appear in the second round and their portfolios.

But what Bloomberg wanted was a massive project that would grow in breadth and depth.

It wasn’t just talk.

I brought out a list of gifts that could help the project grow while maintaining its character and presented it to Soo-hyun.

Alicia’s team did not forget to increase reliability by saying that the list was created by investigating each and every one of the sponsorship applications and filtering them according to strict standards.

“That’s true. I’ll be able to hold out somehow in the beginning, but as time goes on, it’ll become more and more difficult to handle.”

The original plan for the vending machine project was to have two stages: a vending machine tour.

The scale takes into account the manpower that can be mobilized within the permitted budget.

But Bloomberg quickly saw the project’s potential and decided to scale it up.

The issue is feasibility.

In order to proceed with the work naturally without any hiccups, it was necessary to obtain a lot of gifts and devices.

It was clear that the drawings prepared by Soo-Hyeon alone would not be enough. So, she quickly found sponsors and suggested that they select suitable items and put them in the vending machine.

“Good.”

Su-hyeon nodded.

The donations Bloomberg showed earlier were diverse and useful. They could even be used to put together practical emergency kits to help those struggling to make ends meet.

“It’s fun.”

Su-hyeon muttered.

The moment an author’s work leaves the author’s hands, it no longer belongs to the author alone, but to everyone.

In that sense, the change in the gift vending machine that conveys comfort was an entirely natural process that could have been completely accepted.

Vending machines could become more powerful and influential tools by interacting with users.

Anyway, that’s something that will happen after the vending machine tour has progressed to some extent.

The practical team will properly prepare and Su-hyeon only needs to help with intermediate checks.

There was something else that Soo-hyun had to worry about right away. It was none other than the next drawing. And it was the drawing he had asked the artists to do.

“Shall we go?”

Soo-hyeon, who had gathered her thoughts, changed direction with slightly lighter steps.

I was on my way to a co-working space in Brooklyn.

***

“I don’t envy Andy Warhol.”

Someone looking around the Brooklyn studio muttered.

Jacqueline’s J-House opened a co-working space specifically for this vending machine project.

Suhyun, Steve, and the Taylors members who have continued their relationship since the Big Wave Art Fair, as well as the new artists selected by Jacqueline and other artists they brought in through sales.

Despite its large size, the studio was bustling with activity every day.

Because it produced such a huge amount of production like a factory, it was often compared to Andy Warhol’s studio, ‘The Factory’.

“I was really inspired by that writer’s ‘Lament.’ I was in a slump at the time, but I guess it was a breakthrough.”

“I am honored to hear you say that. I have been watching your work closely. I even went to the exhibition last winter.”

“Oh my god. Really? Why didn’t I notice it then?”

“I have a shy personality, so I pulled my hat down low so that no one would recognize me. You don’t know how much thought went into it. I didn’t want to attract attention, but I really wanted to see the exhibition.”

“Haha. I see.”

Meanwhile, Su-hyeon, like other writers, thought of the shared studio as a meeting place rather than a factory.

The artists who met through Su-hyeon greeted each other, introduced themselves, and had in-depth discussions about their works. They even drew inspiration and created new paintings.

From 10s to 50s.

A variety of ages, genders and nationalities.

Artists who create works in different styles.

Artists who seem similar but have completely different personalities and are prone to clashing are rarely united under one purpose.

Saving someone’s life.

Saving someone.

The artists took pride in drawing such pictures and burned with passion.

“At least three years?”

And, the writers’ motivation was further boosted by the news that Soo-hyun brought back after meeting Mayor Bloomberg.

“Wasn’t it originally only stage 2?”

“Yes. That was the extent of the initial budget. However, I heard that after seeing the response, they decided to increase the scale of the project by organizing an emergency budget as an exception.”

“oh my god.”

“Yeah. Even just looking at it, it was an explosive reaction.”

“Wait a minute. Then our work period will also be extended?”

The writers who were busy writing about the unusual story stopped and gathered around Soo-hyeon.

“Fortunately, we can’t afford to do all of it. Of course, we need to find more writers to work with, but they’ve come up with alternatives so that it doesn’t become a bomb. So we can fill the gift box with other donation items.”

The writers nodded at the calm explanation.

Everything was a perfect green light.

A situation where a project gets noticed and is recognized as helping someone.

While the writers felt overwhelmed by the positive reviews and investment, this thought came to mind.

‘What kind of person is Soo-Hyeon?’

‘How far ahead did you start?’

‘amazing.’

‘I’m excited that we can do this together.’

It was something that could have been easily figured out if you thought about it rationally.

Although we’ve gathered here to participate in the project, all we’ve shown the world so far are Soo-hyun’s drawings and the vending machine.

Because other writers were planning to appear starting from the second stage, the vending machine tour project.

So even if we take away the planning credit, the current achievement is entirely Soo-hyun’s. It was achieved through Soo-hyun’s own efforts.

That made the writers think a lot.

“We’ll have to discuss it step by step, but since the project period has been extended, we’ll have to divide it into those who can stay with us until the end and those who will stay with us for a certain period of time. Team Leader Alicia said she’ll discuss the interview schedule with each writer starting next week.”

However, Su-hyeon, who was not particularly interested in such calculations, was only concerned with conveying the changed schedule and details of the plan in carrying out the project.

“Well, I plan to go all the way.”

“It’s the same for me. It’s hard to find a project that starts off with such good signs.”

“Besides, it’s a meaningful project. I want to see it through to the end.”

“I really like the members too.”

The writers nodded one by one.

“Thank you for saying so. But there is still time, so please think carefully and decide.”

Su-hyeon smiled and nodded. She lowered her head.

It was an expression on his face that made him unable to even dream of how other writers might view him with such complicated thoughts.

“Then that’s all I have to say.”

Su-hyeon stood up from the chair placed in the center of the studio and spoke while cleaning up the place.

“I’m going to go do some work too.”

Su-hyeon, who had finished her speech briefly, went to her seat with an excited face.

The new white papers I bought yesterday were neatly arranged on the workbench.

Heart pounding.

Even though it was a scene I saw every time, it strangely felt new and anticipated.

Ssuk.

Su-hyeon pushed the chair and sat down.

Whoop.

Su-hyeon took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

And then swish swish.

I started pouring out all the emotions that I felt would explode if I touched them into my drawings.