Tale of the Tour Chair Part 6

Time and time again the artist lost her way among the rocks on the mountainside.  However, slowly but surely she found her way back to the crevasses.

Perhaps, she thought, it would be easier if I found the bottom of the mountain and the patches of ice and snow.

Carefully she began to paint in the ice and the base of the wall of rock.

Ah, she said, "This is much easier.  I do not get so dizzy and disoriented now. I shall add the rocks and scree below the snow and ice."

Several days passed as the artist piled up the snow and rocks at the foot of the wall.  She continued to climb back up amongst the crevasses to build the mountainside.

Finally, she had had enough.

"I need a break from all this dreary and cheerless rock.  I want to paint colour.  I need colour.  I shall create the turquoise waters of the lake."

So she began to wash the base of the chair back with the frigid waters of the lake.

"It is time," she said.  "I shall begin to fill this small lake."

So she set the back of the chair upon the seat and propped it with a stool. Now the waters could flow across to the stones that would capture and hold it at the lake's edge. 

At last her vision of the rockwall and the mountain lake began to truly take form.  There would still be much work to do but now she had a sense that she was journeying steadily towards the destination.  It felt good to feel progress.

(to be continued)