Tale of the Tour Chair Part 8

Day after day the artist toiled upon the chair - sometimes with great love and anticipation, sometimes in great pain as the rigours of bending over the chair took its toll upon her spine.


Progress was slow as time after time the artist had to put down her brushes and rise to stretch and ease the horrible kinks in her back and hips. As the painting called to her, she had to walk away for her body would allow her to work no more that day.

"I shall never complete this,"  she cried.  "I can only work such a little each time."

The artist found herself sinking into a state of darkness where even her spirit began to feel fragile. Still she perservered for the task must be completed.

One day, long after the cramping of her body had forced her to quit, she returned to look at the chair.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed.  "It's happening.  Look there upon the mountain.  The magic is beginning to happen."

With that she took a closer look at the great stone at the water's edge and at the pebbles on the shore.

"It's there!! The magic is there!" she cried joyfully.  "Oh, I thought it might not happen but it has!  Alas the light has gone from the day and I cannot paint more but now I eagerly await the morn."

With the dawning of the new day, she eagerly began work once more upon the chair.  Now the trees began to grow and take form.  How magically they did appear.  The final arm of the chair would be a challenge but with new confidence the artist knew that it would be done.
(to be continued)