Work in Progress
The magic was all in the finishing touches. In her opinion anyway. She imagined most artists would agree. It was in the way the light reflected off water that was perfectly still. And it was in those tiny purple flowers that emerge from the snow to herald the end of winter. It was also there, in the peaks of mountains, their snow caps crisp and white like the corners of neatly folded sheets.
With a soft sigh, she takes a step back to examine her work. Lush green jungles flow into sparkling blue oceans. Volcanoes rumble and liquid fire moves across the landscape, paving the way for new life. Waterfalls topple from cliffs like curtains fashioned from the finest silk. Golden deserts stretch across huge expanses, touched only by the azure blue of the sky.
She surveys massive white cliffs, snow swept landscapes, winding fjords, raging storms and vibrant sunsets. And then she adds her finishing touches. Hundreds of tiny red crabs in the tidal pools, crystals in the snow that catch the light and come to life, perfection as a whale breaches the surface of the water, the smell that only comes after a storm has passed, and the silhouettes of birds that dappled the multicoloured sky.
Every day she revisits her work. She is the artist in perpetual residence. She fills her canvas with tigers, armadillos, bumblebees, little dogs and big dogs, a rainbow of parrots, and a symphony of sea creatures. She mixes chocolate, ginger and almonds on her palette. She adds music, language and love. She could stop there but the artist is never satisfied, so each day the canvas changes. And we, part audience, part canvas, bask in the magic of her infinite finishing touches.
This is my submission for this week’s Speakeasy challenge #93. Submissions must be under 1000 words and must begin with the following line: The magic was all in the finishing touches.
In addition, submissions must reference the photo prompt, which is the following image:
Image credit: © Suzanne Purkis