Second Chances

Those students who were not skilled enough might not be able to tell.

However, Marsh, who was quite accomplished in the art field, immediately understood.

The squares drawn by Emma were not squares in the true sense.

It was a flame that she had deconstructed.

If one looked closely, it seemed that every one of these colorful squares was rising. It was obvious that it contained

a strong anger.

This painting technique immediately reminded him of a world-renowned female artist from Rhinea, Ava.

“Do you know Ava?” Marsh had heard that Emma had run a world-class clothing brand called Youth. Its design was avant-garde and it was famous worldwide, It was very impressive.

When he looked at her landscape painting, he thought that the designer’s skills had made her quite accomplished in painting.

But now that he saw this painting, he was completely shocked. He didn’t think a twenty-year-old girl would be this advanced in-painting.

Emma was actually Ava.

When she was learning design, she accidentally discovered that art was vast and profound.

She had put in a lot of effort to study it.

One time, a manuscript that she had unintentionally abandoned in Paris was found by someone. It was said that the person had a high status in the foreign art industry. Later, Emma became famous under the name of Ava.

However, she had never been interviewed. Therefore, Ava was a mysterious person in the art world.

Emma did not want to reveal the secret that she was Ava for the time being.

She said, “I do. She had given me some pointers when I was traveling.”

Marsh was extremely excited after he heard that. “I admire Ava very much! It’s a pity that I’ve never had the chance to meet her. She actually gave you pointers personally. Indeed, the younger generation will surpass us!”

Emma laughed awkwardly.

This painting was named “The Ember”. It was to represent her anger.

Marsh insisted on sending Emma’s painting to the Trolo City Cultural Museum Exhibition a few days later.

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After the students of the summer camp learned of this news, they had mocked Emma behind her back and

believed that Marsh was biased.

They felt that Marsh was actually trying to embarrass Emma this way.

Everyone was waiting to see how much criticism Emma was going to receive at the exhibition.

Finally, the Troln City Arts Festival opened.

“For the sake of fairness, the assessment of this art competition will be decided by the votes of all the visitors to the festival! The one with the highest number of votes will get the highest score in this segment of our summer camp!” After Marsh announced the rules, the students rubbed their palms together.

The results of the horse race were out.

The first place was undoubtedly Bob.

Bob now exceeded Emma, obtaining the highest total score in the entire summer camp.

Whether or not Emma could overtake him would depend on the outcome of this art competition.

The students’ paintings were displayed in a row, and the big shots who came to visit were invited to vote.

A person said, “The birds in this painting, ‘Crow’s Cry’, are vivid and lifelike. It’s really good!”

Another person said, “I want to vote for this one, ‘Lotus!”

Someone else said, “I vote for ‘Crow’s Cry’ too.”

Someone else said, “I choose ‘Child”.”

Guests came and went. Every student had more or less obtained some votes.

Only Emma’s painting received zero votes.

Marsh couldn’t help but worry.

Emma’s work was very pioneering and niche.

The level of art was too high.

Marsh was worried that ordinary people wouldn’t be able to appreciate her paintings.

The few students who were initially afraid of Emma started to stir up trouble when they saw that she did not have a single vote.

A few middle-aged art enthusiasts walked over.

Someone stepped forward and said sarcastically. “Sir, we are all students who love art. Please comment on our

work!”

The man smiled and nodded. “Alright, your drawings are all very good, especially this one, ‘Crow’s Cry

The person who came forward to ask was the creator of Crow’s Cry, Pierce Bird.

Pierce’s smile deepened as he pointed at the Emma painting, “The Ember”. “What about this one?”

The uncle stared at “The Ember” and frowned. “This one doesn’t look good. I don’t like it.”

Pierce asked, “Why not?”

The man said, “I don’t understand it.”

Another person said, “That’s right. It doesn’t look good. These squares are messy and there’s no aesthetic sense at

all.”

Someone else said, “You call this a painting? Are you sure it’s not a joke?”

When Pierce heard that these people had devalued Emma’s painting, he was even happier. This was the effect he wanted. He wanted Emma to see with her own eyes that he was the best at drawing.

Actually, as an art student, Pierce understood the beauty of Emma’s painting.

She incorporated the world-shocking ideas of the great painter of the century, Pierre Mondrian, with geometric figures as the basic elements of painting.

In other words, those squares were all meaningful when combined.

It seemed to be a messy pile of squares. In fact, it was an abstract flame.

Pierce was certain that these people could not understand Emma’s painting, so he deliberately led them to say this in front of Emma and deliberately suppressed Emma’s confidence.

Just as Marsh was worried that these people’s words would have a bad impact on Emma’s mood and was about to say a few words, Among the art enthusiasts who had come to look at the painting just now, an old man with white

hair walked out.

The old man was wearing a checkered shirt and a coffee-colored painter’s hat. His temperament was extraordinary.

up narrowed his

eyes and focused on Emma’s painting.

“Good painting. This child is a rare genius!” As soon as the old man finished speaking, the surrounding peopleBelongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

were shocked.

A person asked, “Mr. Sowle, what did you say?”

Someone else asked, “You said this painting is a good painting??”

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“That’s right.” Marvin Sowle’s tone was firm, and his eyes were filled with excitement. His face was flushed red, showing how excited he was.

Marvin was a famous painter internationally.

Since he personally verified that it was good, no one else dared to object to it.

Of course, Pierce also knew Marvin. “Mr. Sowle, I’m the author of this painting, ‘Crow’s Cry””

“Your drawing is also very good,” Marvin said calmly, “But I want to get to know the painter of “The Ember”!”

When Marsh saw that someone finally spotted this painting, he welcomed him with a smile. “Mr. Sowle, I’m the art teacher of this group of children. The author of ‘The Ember’ is right here. She’s a very young girl!

When Marvin saw Emma, he was indeed greatly surprised. “I didn’t expect that the person who drew such a stunning work would be such a young girl! Little girl, did you really draw this painting?”

Emma smiled and stepped forward. “Thank you for your appreciation, Mr. Sowle. This painting was indeed drawn by me!”

The students who were waiting to watch a good show were all dumbfounded.

They wondered if Emma’s painting was actually that good.