01x02 - Gunsan

[bunniefuu]

Ms. Park, I'm not going to college.

Then what's your plan?

I want to pursue music.

Do you mean like an idol?

No, I'm too old for that stuff.

You're not old.

Well, I don't have the chops for it.

But I'm going to write music.

I've even written lyrics lately.

Have you told your parents about this?

I will when I'm further down the road.

If you're not even sure...

I've made up my mind.

You could pursue it in college.

I'm strapped, and it wastes my time.

- Are you sure you can make it?
- I'll have to try.

What if it turns out differently?

Then I can leave it there.

There is nothing you can do
if you think too much.

The big break only comes to a few.

I'm not looking for success.

How will you make a living?

Are you expecting your parents
to support you indefinitely?

You're such a lousy teacher.

I thought you wanted me to have dreams.

My goodness.

Ms. Park.

I want to drop out.

When longing to disappear,
I take one-day trips.

I walk, eat, and let my mind wander.

(Lee Na Young)

(The Dancing Kangaroo)

(It's been a fun trip. Park Ha Kyung)

(One Day Off)

(Gunsan Express Bus Terminal)

This is my first visit to Gunsan.

(Special treats of Gunsan)

(Chowon Photo Studio)

The sense of nostalgia makes it nice.

(Brewery)

(Myeongshin Supermarket)

(Flower Shop)

Hello.

Well...

I'm going to an art exhibition.

Can you suggest what flowers
would be nice?

Aren't you going to throw in
other flowers?

The yellow baby's breath means
"Keep up the good work."

Okay.

(Episode 2
Dreams and Hand-dripped Sorrow)

(Coffee)

(Tarot)

(Dreams and Hand-dripped Sorrow)

(Kim Yeon Joo)

I'm a tiger moth.

Lured to the radiant beacon of art,

I tread the path without turning back.

Though flames may sear my guise,

I'm a tiger moth.

You're always lounging around,
fussing over your cat.

Get out more often.

Nobody came so far.

There isn't anyone even on the first day.

Yeon Ju? I saw her crying.

Anyway, we reopen at six instead,
so hurry.

Don't forget to bring flowers.

You're short on cash?

I need to hang up.

Do you want a tarot reading?

I'm here for the exhibition.

My word.

Artist Kim Yeon Ju is a genius.

Isn't it mind-blowing?

Don't you feel something stirring?

I don't get it, really.

But where is Yeon Ju?

Are you a friend of hers?

Well, Yeon Ju...

She'll soon be back from the hospital.

Is she hurt or something?

Don't worry. She's not sick.

Ms. Park!

You really came.

(2:00 p.m.)

(6:00 p.m.)

(Dreams and Hand-dripped Sorrow)

For a while, I stopped thinking about art.

Why would I even think that way?

That's funny.

Art is...

It's unique in its own way...

Like a celebration.

Well, that's my take.

Loving it is enough.

Do you live around here?

Yes, I moved here.

Seoul isn't that great.

For this, I couldn't think of a name.

So, I call it "Self Portrait."

I just want to say something nice.

I like it.

The name fits perfectly.

The beholder would think...

they are seeing a part of themselves.

There is something that explores
the collective unconscious.

It's like how people consider
themselves these days.

I like it.

It's excellent work.

I don't know much about art,

but something speaks to me.

There is a penetrating insight
regarding people.

If someone like me can grasp
the essence of your work,

there sure is creative talent on display.

You have that.

Is anyone here?

Are you open today?

Wait a minute.

Don't worry about me.

Yes, we're open.

I'll take an iced Americano and a hot one.

There is a sour flavor...

Ms. Park, should I really drop out?

Are you seriously asking me that?

What am I supposed to say?

I don't know what to decide.

What should I do?

Yoon Seo.

We can discuss it at school.

Ms. Park.

I apologize for calling you lousy.

All right.

You're not a lousy teacher.

But you know what?

I didn't expect your answer
to be so clichéd.

But I understand.

Everyone has their own take on life.

Ms. Park.

These are my friends.

Hello.

She is a curator.

Hello.

Do you have a boyfriend?

No.

Me, neither.

He is an activist.

Nice to meet you.

What kind of activist?

I advocate four days a week,
six hours a day for work.

It's basically a movement
to work fewer hours.

That's how things will be
before you know it.

I have such faith.

Are you an art teacher?

I teach Korean Literature.

Korean Literature?

He is a content creator.

Cat Matroos. Like and subscribe.

Please help me grow.

What is your YouTube channel about?

I film the daily lives of my cat.

Please like my videos.

Yes, if I like them.

- You would like them.
- Okay.

- I just might.
- Yes.

This is my beloved high school teacher,

Ms. Park Ha Kyung!

- I see.
- I see.

I heard so much about her.

I wish I had a teacher like you.

(The Lovers)

You'll meet him very soon.

Who?

Your destined love.

Ms. Park.

Do you believe there is a god?

I'm not sure.

What about a higher power?

Well...

You know what?

I don't expect a divine answer.

If there is a god,

he doesn't have to hold my hand.

But I'd like him to slap my face.

No matter how hard I try,

I can't manage to get anywhere.

I'm a lost cause.

It's hopeless.

Stop whining!

I hate it when you whine.

The eye colors are pretty different.

That's right.

The chubby paws are adorable.

Yeon Ju.

I really knew you were a true artist,

and this piece of art proves me right.

That is until I saw what it's called.

Without knowing the title,

it would easily be the best piece
I've seen in recent years.

What's wrong with the title?

Look here.

The beauty of this painting is in
its composition and color.

There is a perfect balance,

and it blends marvelously
with the black and red.

But this title...

What's wrong with it?

"Self-portrait," seriously?

That makes me cringe.

I think everyone sees it differently.

I mean, labeling it as a self-portrait...

constrains the potential of this art.

Yeon Ju, this is only about you.

Look past your mirror
to the outside world.

Embrace what the world has to offer.

Why can't you see that?

Are you going to feast on
your wounds forever?

Yes, exactly.

They're delicious.

Seriously!

Ms. Park.

Are you okay?

Yes, I feel fantastic.

Ms. Park, I looked all over for you.

We have visitors outside.

They're not friends, but strangers.

It's all thanks to you.

This isn't my doing.

You deserve all the credit.

It's your positive vibe that
changed everything.

You are Yeon Ju's savior.

The opening performance will start now.

So hurry out.

Mom, what is she doing?

What's wrong with her?

Are you wondering what she is doing?

The art is very profound.

It's not about being profound,
that's all staged.

Do you know how artists suffer?

She channels her identity crisis
and depression into work.

Sheer mediocrity of talent
can drive you mad.

Raparaguragu!

Rapa... raguragu!

Rapa... raguragu!

That is trying too hard.

She wanted to showcase her work
in New York before turning 25.

But look at what happened, at her age.

Please stay.

We're handing out treats after.

You know she won't make it.

It's about time that someone
gives her a reality check.

She assumes that I'm jealous
when I bring it up.

Raparaguragu!

You could tell her instead.

Raparaguragu!

Hello?

You were her teacher.

Think of it as an act of kindness.

Make her give it up.

Tell her she has done enough.

Raparaguragu!

Raparaguragu!

This is all thanks to you.

What did I do?

You were the first one to believe in me.

I was?

When I was contemplating doing art,
this is what you told me.

"You're like a tiger moth."

Don't you remember?

"Are you being brave or reckless?"

"Despite knowing how it would end,"

"you're diving into the flames."

When your words brought me down,

you said it was a compliment,
and even voiced envy for me.

"It's not about becoming an artist,
but about simply making art."

"You can keep trying."

That's what you said.

Raparaguragu!

Raparaguragu!

Raparaguragu.

Raguragu?

Raguragu.

Raguragu.

Raguragu.

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(It's been a fun trip. Park Ha Kyung)

Ms. Park!

I forgot to give you the treat.

Thank you for coming.

Kim Yeon Ju.

Are you doing well?

I think so.

I've been sleeping and eating well.

Even if we can't meet often,
let's keep in touch.

Whatever it takes.

While talking

I lost my words in sorrow

And sealed my lips

When I turned to look

I found a voice there

Light split into three

Streams in a hushed glow

Following such a glow

I tilt my head back

Then outside my window

I notice the sun

Beneath the glittering sun

I find you standing there

From you comes a peculiar warmth

Light split into three

Into my eyes

Into my mind

Into my heart

Light seeps in deeply and lingers

There it lingers

There it lingers

There it lingers entirely

Have you written any songs?

Would you like to hear one?

(Lee Na Young)

(Han Ye Ri)

(Shin Hyun Ji)

(Oh Woo Ri, Jeong Mi Hyung, Kim Yong Sam,
Um Ha Neul, Kim Oh Ki, Jeon Jae Gon)

Love is a problem.

Love isn't at fault.

I want to love someone.