watercolor | daerin

bonjour...

Always this ridiculous obsession with love.

Conservatives said they were against the ideas of the painters, singers, writers, known as the children of the revolution in 1899. Nowadays, we call them simply, artists.

Art is everything in many different forms. Art is a random drawing made by a child, or a melody composed by a pianist, or a story created by someone with a mind full of imagination. According to Picasso, art is the lie that allows us to know the truth and, according to him, artists do not paint things as they see them, but rather as they think. Complex, right? I know.

I was never very interested in this whole expression thing through paintings or music, arts in itself wasn't something that caught my attention until I was at least eighteen, when I decided to pursue a career in journalism. As the college years passed, the more I abandoned the idea of doing anything that involved news and everyday situations, because honestly? The world was already too heavy for me and I wanted something to give me pleasure.

And it was in art that I found exactly what I was looking for.

I could never imagine that writing articles and columns about different works by different artists could be so pleasurable and make my work even more rewarding. The more I learned, the more I developed a taste for this colorful, symbolic and expressive world, it was simply wonderful and for that reason, I decided to move to the country that people call "the cradle of the arts" in the world. France.

The city? Obviously, Paris.

When my best friend, Lee Hyein, recommended me to a great local newspaper in the city and soon after they called me to schedule an interview, I didn't think twice about buying my one-way ticket and saying a final goodbye to South Korea. South. New city, new job, new life!

-What do you think of the city so far? -Hyein asked, still keeping her eyes on the road.

Hyein was a childhood friend, we studied together our whole lives and unfortunately we separated after graduating from college, where he graduated in architecture and came to live in Paris to work. We are very similar in many ways, so much so that my parents swore that at some point, the two of us would date and deliver a litter of grandchildren just like they dreamed of.

Well, it could have happened because Hyein was a very attractive, kind, funny and polite girl, the dream of all my friends in high school and maybe, we really could have dated.

If it weren't for one detail.

We are practically sisters, I literally consider her my little sister. As long as I can remember.

And having a best friend at school, when I wasn't out yet, was just great because either I would pretend to date her to dismiss the boys who wanted to go out with me, or Hyein would break the noses of those who insisted too much. It was combining the useful with the favorable.

Magnificent, if I weren't tired from the trip yet, I would ask you to take me to get to know Paris a little better. - I replied, adjusting my glasses on my face.

-I'm on vacation this month, I'll be able to pick you up from work every day and we can take different paths, -that's something! She said.

-Surely! -I replied. -By the way, beautiful car Hyein. My bank account hurts just thinking about the money you must have spent on it.

My friend laughed, she was driving a 1961 Ferrari 250 GT, a classic convertible model that probably cost a lot more than the brain is capable of processing. Hyein had a huge passion for classic cars, she built miniature collections when she was a child and absolutely no one could touch her models. I wouldn't spend millions on a car, but riding in that black, open Ferrari, feeling the breeze blow through my hair and having an almost panoramic view of everything around me, was great.