The artist went to work on her painting.
Brilliantly mixing colors and deftly manipulating tones, the scene she imagined in her mind began to take form. Lush, rolling green hills, pristine blue sky, sun blazing warmth over the birds and the trees. All of it originating in her mind and making its way down her arm and through her hand, the brush become a conduit of creativity, of beauty, of joy.
She worked diligently, with pain-staking detail, determined to transfer the picture in her imagination to the formerly blank slate of the canvas. Bringing all of her skill and passion and determination to bear, she painted until she was satisfied with what she saw. It’s dazzling, she thought. My best work yet. This one will merit a special place.
She carefully signed it, and brought it to the one person who could give it its proper place.