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Chapter 9: Digital
TL: Enuma ID
Aunt was pulling another all-nighter.
Light leaked out through the crack in the studio door.
The tap of the tablet pen against the screen came in a steady rhythm.
Now and then it would stop, there'd be a sigh, and then the tapping again.
Ӗ nûmа̄
Lee Jun opened his eyes in the bedroom.
He couldn't read a clock, but he knew it was night. The window was black.
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Aunt had been up all night for three days running now.
During the day too she barely came out of the studio.
Every meal was delivery food.
"Sorry, Aunt's been a little busy with a deadline."
W̄ еb̀ n о v̄е́ l Ӗ nu m̄ӓ
So-young said it with a worn-out face.
Lee Jun didn't mind.
If Aunt was busy, he could just draw on his own. He'd always drawn on his own.
It had been that way in Busan too. While Mom and Dad worked on the first floor, he was upstairs on the second, alone.
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Here it was Aunt working in the studio while he was alone in the bedroom.
Nothing had changed.
W̌е̊ b_n̈ о̇ v ě l Ѐ n ŭm а
[Something has changed. The tools are different now.]
True. The tools were different.
There's a canvas and oil paint, there's Conté, there are the things bought at the art supply store.
And at the museum he can see real paintings.
For Lee Jun, that was enough.
There was no reason for Aunt to feel sorry.
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But Aunt did feel sorry.
Every time a deadline ended she'd say, 'Jun, I'm sorry, let's play together next time.'
But when the next deadline came, the door would close again.
Lee Jun got up out of the blanket.
He walked all the way to the studio door.
The door was open a little.
Е ṅ_ū m̌ ӑ .і d̂
He slipped inside to look.
So-young was sitting at her desk.
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A big monitor. A tablet. A pen.
A webtoon manuscript was up on the screen.
For the first time, Lee Jun got a proper look at how Aunt drew.
There was a picture inside the monitor.
Е́ǹū m а̇
Not a picture on a canvas, but a picture inside a screen.
A person was drawn there.
One of Aunt's webtoon characters. The outline caught in line, color filled in inside it.
So-young's hand moved across the tablet.
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When she touched the screen with the pen, color went in.
There was no paint. No brush either. And yet the color went in.
W̄е̂ bn̆ ove l Еn̂ ú m̃ ā
[......What is that.]
The Shadow spoke in a bewildered voice.
[There's no paint, but the color got laid down? How?]
Lee Jun found it strange too. But he was less surprised than the Shadow.
Since coming to Aunt's place he'd seen the tablet and the monitor before.
He'd known that pictures appeared on the screen.
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So-young touched one spot on the screen with the pen.
Suddenly the color spread across that whole area. All at once.
[What?! What was that, she touched it one time and the whole thing got filled in?]
The Shadow was aghast.
[Is that even possible? To fill an area that wide with oil paint would take thirty minutes!
And she did it in one go?]
Wеb̂nо́ v е̂l Ѐ n̈ ũm a
So-young didn't know Lee Jun was standing behind her.
She was completely absorbed. She even had earphones in.
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Lee Jun stood quietly behind her.
And he watched So-young work.
There was something on the left side of the screen.
Square boxes stacked on top of each other.
Е̇n ũm̈ а
When So-young pressed one of the boxes, the screen changed.
Press one box and only the character showed; press another and only the background.
[What is that? Layers? Has she split the picture into layers?]
The Shadow narrowed its eyes and peered in.
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[Oil painting builds up in layers too. You lay color over the underpainting, then more on top of that.
But with oil paint, once it's built up you can't separate it again.
Е̄n̂ u mǎ . і d
That's...... she can look at the layers separately?]
Lee Jun nodded.
He didn't understand it exactly, but he could tell that Aunt drew the character and the background separately.
So-young was drawing something with the pen, then stopped.
She pressed a button at the top of the screen.
What she'd just drawn vanished.
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[It vanished! She erased what she just drew!]
The Shadow was horrified.
[Do that on a canvas and the paint smears and ruins everything!
But that just vanishes? Without a trace?]
So-young pressed the button again.
What had vanished came back.
W̃е́ b nо̂.v̀ е l̀ Е n̂ u̇m а̊
[It came back?! She brought back what she'd erased?!]
The Shadow fell into a panic.
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[This...... isn't this cheating?
With oil paint, once you've laid it down, that's it! If you scrape it off before it dries you're lucky;
once it's dry there's nothing to do but paint over the top!
But erase it and bring it back?! This is allowed?!]
Е n u̇m̆ а́. i d
Lee Jun ignored the Shadow's noisy panic and kept watching.
So-young was choosing a color.
On one side of the screen, colors were laid out in a ring.
When So-young touched one, the color of the pen changed.
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[The color changes without mixing any paint?!
No need to mix it laboriously on the palette?!]
Ёn ü m ӑ. іd̀
The Shadow's voice was close to anger now.
[Do you know how much I suffered mixing paint my whole life!
Mixing three or four paints a little at a time just to make the one color I wanted!
And she does it with a single touch?!]
Lee Jun went on watching So-young work.
By the time about thirty minutes had passed, Lee Jun had figured a few things out.
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Aunt draws the lines first. She catches the figure's outline in black line.
Beneath it she makes a new layer. She fills in the color there.
She makes another new layer. She puts the shadows in there.
Another new layer. The background.
On each layer she draws something different.
[......That's an enormous amount of work.]
Еn̂ u m̊ а̊ . іd̊
The Shadow had raged when it first saw the conveniences of modern civilization, but watching So-young draw without even pausing for breath, it fell silent.
This was an amount of work that would be impossible without such cutting-edge tools. No, an amount that was impossible even with them.
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"Haah."
Something had gone wrong again, and So-young let out a sigh.
When she makes a mistake she erases it. She draws it again. But she doesn't like that either, so she erases it again and draws it again.
What Aunt was struggling with right now was the background.
Е̊ num̈а̄ . і d́
The characters were almost finished.
But the buildings, the sky, the trees behind them, all that background was empty.
[That background...... that's what she's staying up all night for.]
The Shadow caught on.
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[The figures alone are hard, and she has to do the backgrounds all by herself on top of that.]
Lee Jun nodded.
E̊n̂ ü m а
And he quietly went back to the bedroom.
He closed his eyes, but sleep wouldn't come.
Aunt's hand had been trembling. The hand holding the pen had been trembling with exhaustion.
The shadows under her eyes were dark. Three empty coffee cups had piled up.
A person who drew pictures was suffering because of pictures.
[......That's a shame.]
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The Shadow said quietly.
[A person who loves drawing shouldn't come to hate it.]
The next day. And the day after that.
While he drew his own pictures, Lee Jun looked in on Aunt's studio whenever he got the chance.
So-young still hadn't noticed. She was being chased by her deadline.
Lee Jun learned by watching.
W̃ e b̈ nö v̊ ӗ l Еň u.mа
The movement of the tablet pen. The things that happened on the screen.
Which button did what.
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How to choose a color.
How to make a layer.
Erase. Undo. Zoom in. Zoom out.
[This is a tool.]
Ẅе̂ bńо̌v̈ ѐl̈ Еnum а̊
The Shadow muttered. It had come out of its initial panic and gone into analysis mode.
[Screen instead of canvas. Pen instead of brush. Instead of paint...... what should I call it? Light?
But the principle is the same. You draw lines, you fill in color, you build up layers.
Only the tool has changed.]
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Lee Jun felt the same way.
Like when crayon changed to colored pencil.
W̃ еb̌ n о v̄ е.l̇ Еn û m̃а
Like when colored pencil changed to watercolor.
When the tool is different the method is different. But what you're drawing is the same.
The third night.
So-young screamed in the studio.
"Aaaaagh! No!"
Lee Jun came running. He opened the studio door.
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So-young was tearing at her hair.
"There's no time...... it's due tomorrow morning and I've still got six panels of background left......"
A webtoon manuscript was up on the screen.
The characters were all drawn. But there were six panels with the background left blank.
"Aunt."
So-young turned around. Lee Jun was standing at the door.
Е̇nŭ m̃а
"Oh, Jun. Sorry. Was I being loud? Aunt's a little busy......"
"Want me to help?"
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So-young froze.
"What?"
"The background. The coloring. Can I do it?"
So-young looked at him.
Е ñ.ǔm̈a
There was no way a five-year-old could do digital work.
He'd surely never even touched a tablet.
"Jun, this one's a little hard. It's done on a computer......"
"I watched you do it. For a few days."
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So-young's eyes went wide.
"You watched?"
Е n̈u̇ m̈а̂
"The door was open. I watched from behind you."
So-young was at a loss for words.
He'd stood behind her watching for days?
Even so, there was no way he could just do it......
"You press that square and the layer changes, right? You pick the color from that circle, right?"
Lee Jun said, pointing at the screen.
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The layer panel. The color wheel.
So-young's mouth fell open.
"......You watched?"
"Mm. I make a background layer and fill it in, right?"
So-young thought for a moment.
There was no time. Due tomorrow morning.
Еn ů ṁӑ
Coloring the background was simple work. The underdrawing was already laid down.
Choosing a color and filling in inside the area. It was close to plain labor.
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And right now she was desperate enough to take any help she could get.
"......Want to, want to give it a try?"
Lee Jun nodded.
So-young pulled over another chair.
Ẁ е̇ b.n̄õv е̄l̇ E ǹu m̀а
She sat him down and put the tablet pen in his hand.
"This layer here is the background coloring layer. Only touch this one.
You must never touch the other layers. Got it?"
Lee Jun nodded.
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"I'll pick the colors for you. This panel's the sky, so this blue.
You fill in inside here. Don't let it spill outside the lines."
Е̃ n ù mа. i d
Lee Jun took hold of the pen.
He moved the pen across the tablet.
It was his first time. Holding a digital tool in his hand.
A line appeared on the screen.
It was different from a line on paper. There was no resistance.
None of the canvas's rough texture, none of the fibrous feel of paper.
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It was smooth and slippery.
[It's a strange feeling.]
The Shadow muttered.
[I can't feel anything in the hand. No weight of paint, no resistance from the canvas.
It just...... slides.]
Lee Jun felt the same.
Е n̂um̊ӓ
But it didn't take long to adjust.
When the tool changes, the method changes. That's a fact he had already learned for himself.
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It had been so when crayon changed to colored pencil.
It had been so when colored pencil changed to watercolor.
One minute.
Lee Jun colored in the sky of the first panel.
E ñ ǔm̂ а̄
The blue filled up the background area.
It didn't spill outside the lines.
So-young watched from beside him. Her eyes went round.
"......You color really neatly?"
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Lee Jun didn't answer and moved on to the next area.
A building wall. The color So-young had pointed out, saying 'this gray'.
Е̌ n̂ um̀_а .id̄
Lee Jun colored it. The inside of the area, in gray.
It filled in neatly. It didn't spill outside the lines.
But Lee Jun's hand stopped.
It was flat.
The wall was just a lump of gray. There was no light.
Lee Jun turned his head and looked at So-young.
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"Aunt, this wall. Where does the light come from?"
"Hm?"
"If the sun's on the left, the left of the wall should be bright and the right should be dark."
So-young looked at him.
"......You're not wrong, but. With webtoon backgrounds you don't have to go that far."
"But it looks flat like this."
Еñ ú m ӓ.і̃d̃
So-young thought for a moment.
There was no time. But what this child was saying wasn't wrong.
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"......All right. I'll show you."
So-young took his tablet.
From the left of the screen she picked a brush.
"This is the airbrush. It's different from a regular brush. The color spreads out like mist."
Е̄ ńu m̄ а̃
So-young demonstrated on an empty spot.
One sweep of the airbrush and the color spread softly.
There was no edge. Where she'd colored and where she hadn't joined together naturally.
"And here, see this bar? Bring it down and the color gets lighter."
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Opacity.
When she brought the bar down, the same color went semi-transparent.
W é b̂nov̂ е̊ l̇ E̊n̆ùm̌а́
"For the bright side you bring this down to make it light. For the dark side you raise it to make it deep. Like this."
So-young quickly colored one wall.
She laid a light gray lightly on the left and put a dark gray on the right.
It was a job that took ten seconds.
"For a webtoon, this much is enough. You don't have to fuss over it."
Lee Jun nodded.
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The airbrush. The opacity bar.
He filed the two of them away in his head.
So-young went back to her own seat.
Lee Jun started coloring the wall again.
[Bringing that bar down. It's the same principle as mixing oil into paint to make it transparent.]
The Shadow muttered. It seemed to have understood in its own way.
Еnǔmӑ
Lee Jun did it the way So-young had shown him.
With the airbrush he laid a light color on the left of the wall. On the right he put a dark color.
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Up to there it was the same as what Aunt had shown him.
But Lee Jun didn't stop there.
He lowered the opacity further. Much lighter than what Aunt had shown.
In the corner where wall met wall he laid a very thin darkness.
Е́n um̊а̇
Where the plane breaks. Where the light doesn't reach.
Remembering the way the oil paintings at the Sehan Museum handled light.
Those paintings that made light and shadow out of the thickness of the paint.
Light came into the wall.
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It was a webtoon background, but it had light.
What Aunt had shown him was 'dividing the bright side from the dark side.'
Еn u̇ m̈a. їd̊
What Lee Jun did was 'light traveling along the wall.'
"......What is this."
So-young took her eyes off her own screen and looked over at him.
"Is this really a background? Why does it look so......"
It was different from the usual webtoon background coloring.
A background that should have been flat had a subtle sense of depth.
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It wasn't something that stood out much, but the mood had changed.
It was So-young who had taught him how to use the airbrush.
But even So-young had never used it like this.
"Can I do the rest like this too?"
So-young nodded. There was no reason to refuse.
Lee Jun moved on to the next panel.
Ën̈ù mã .і̄ d
A street scene. Trees. Sky.
When he colored the trees, Lee Jun didn't use just one color.
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He colored over the base with the green So-young had assigned, then with the airbrush, lowering the opacity, he laid a brighter color where the light hit.
On the shaded side he raised the opacity and laid a darker color.
He didn't draw each individual leaf.
He only divided it into bright areas and dark areas and colored them.
Ёn u m̀а́ .ї d̈
But that alone gave the trees volume.
[Interesting.]
The Shadow said. Now it wasn't panic but observation mode.
[This tool has no texture of paint, but in exchange it has speed.
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What would take thirty minutes in oils, you can do in three.
And since you can erase mistakes, you can try things boldly.
W ê bn о̄ v̀ ël Ĕňum̀a
Not bad. It's not a bad tool.]
Lee Jun filled in the panels one by one.
So-young watched from beside him for a while, then went back to her own work.
Fixing a character's expression. Adjusting the placement of dialogue. Adding effect lines.
The two of them sat side by side and worked.
Aunt and nephew. Not on the same screen, but for the same manuscript.
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[......That's a good sight.]
The Shadow said quietly.
Lee Jun didn't answer and kept coloring.
One hour.
Two hours.
Lee Jun's eyes began to close.
W е b̃ nо̌ v̊ ĕ l Е́n̈ üm̌a
He was five years old. The night was deep.
But he didn't stop.
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Because Aunt was still working beside him.
[Don't push yourself. A five-year-old needs to sleep.]
"You're not sleeping either."
[Aunt is a grown-up.]
Ẅ è b̌ n̄ о̃ v̄еl̆ Ӗn̈ um̈а̄
"I can do it too."
Lee Jun took hold of the pen and colored the last panel.
A sky at sunset.
The color So-young had assigned was a single orange.
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Lee Jun took the orange as the base and mixed purple into the top.
The bottom he brightened with yellow.
Еṅ ů m̊а̊ . і d
It became a sunset.
It was a webtoon background, but the sun was setting.
"......Done."
Lee Jun said.
So-young looked at his screen.
The backgrounds of all six panels were filled in.
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It was simple coloring. Just color put down over the underdrawing.
But every background had a direction of light.
Every wall had a bright side and a dark side.
Every sky had a gradation of color.
So-young looked at the screen for a long time.
"Jun."
W.е b̆ ňо v̊.е l Е̊ñumа̄
"Mm."
"Did you...... really do this, Jun? How is this even possible?"
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"You picked the colors for me."
"I only picked the colors. I didn't tell you to color it like this. I never taught you the computer either."
Lee Jun rubbed his eyes. He was sleepy.
So-young merged his work into her manuscript.
Еn̂ u̇ m̀ a.і̂ ď
The background Lee Jun had colored settled in under the characters.
It was far better than her usual backgrounds.
It was embarrassing to admit, but it was true.
"Thank you, Jun. Thanks to you I'll be able to make the deadline."
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Lee Jun nodded. His eyes were half closed.
"Aunt."
W̊ е́b́ n о v̇ӗ l̃ Ӗ.ñú m̊ а
"Mm?"
"Your pictures are good too."
So-young froze.
"Your characters. The lines are good. They're warm."
So-young's eyes reddened.
This child was a child who saw light.
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And a child who saw the lines in people too.
"......Thank you. Jun."
Lee Jun didn't answer. He had fallen asleep right there in the chair.
Still holding the pen.
So-young scooped him up and carried him to the bedroom.
She tucked the blanket over him and went back to the studio.
W̃ е́_bn̊ оv́ el̃ Е̃ ň_u m̈å.
The background Lee Jun had colored was on the screen.
A background a five-year-old had colored the first time he ever held a tablet.
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There was light.
In the webtoon background, there was light.
So-young looked at the screen and smiled.
This time it wasn't a forced smile.
Ẅé b̄n.о v̈_ē l̊ Е̌ numӑ
She finished the deadline and sent off the files.
It was four in the morning.
She came out of the studio and peeked into the bedroom.
Lee Jun was sleeping under the blanket.
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"Good work. Sleep well."
So-young quietly closed the door.
Ёn ū ḿа̌
In the pitch-black darkness.
The Shadow had its white eyes open.
Those eyes looked down at Lee Jun's hand.
[......Canvas and oil paint and Conté. That was the whole of my world.
I was born inside it, I painted inside it, I ended inside it.]
On the small hand, alongside the marks of oil paint, there were now marks from the tablet pen too.
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Analog and digital, together on one child's hand.
[But this child has no boundaries.
The wall between one tool and another, this child doesn't have it.]
He blends oil painting and Korean painting, he puts light into a digital background.
He was a child making his own way down a path no one had taught him.
[Jun's pictures might arrive somewhere I never reached.
Ӗ num ӑ
I...... only need to be able to watch it from beside him.]
The Shadow strokes Lee Jun's head.
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That hand only passed weakly through the child's head.
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