A man comes by, and sits in the chair.
An artist sets up an easel and paints the chair. He captures its texture and shape.
Soon the man stands up and leaves.
A treasure hunter spots the chair and hauls it off with him.
The artist paints the treasure hunter with the chair in his arms.
Then he relaxes.
The treasure hunter sells the chair to a museum for a small fee. The curator asks where did the chair come from?
The treasure hunter replies, it was from the sacred plain.
Eventually the chair is sold to a wealthy businessman. He places it at his dinner table and sits on it when he eats.
The businessman’s son climbs up on the chair and uses it as a horse and gallops around the table, upon which completion he jumps onto the table and claims it as his own.
The chair later finds a home in the backyard, and it is sat upon as the sun sets.
A bird perches upon its backrest for a while.
Now, a hungry man sneaks into the backyard. He breaks a window with the chair and steals a television.
The next day, upon discovering this, the businessman looks angrily at the chair. Why did you help the thief get away.
I liked that TV.
A few months passed. At an art exhibition, the man saw a painting of the chair. Good grief he thought. He sought out the artist.
I own the chair that you have painted he explained.
Was it yours before? No. I have no clue, who used to own it.
What is the place where the chair sat? That is the sacred plain. Can you take me to this place? As you wish.
Soon enough, they were standing on the sacred plain.
I must meet the man who made this chair, he mused.
A man walked over. I placed the chair here he said.
I know not who made it. But, the forest to the south is where the wood came from.
The artist, excited, set up his easel and set about painting the forest. The businessman walked into the forest.
In the forest he found a cabin. The cabin was empty so he walked inside. He soon dozed off.
Later he awoke. Standing infront of him was a man.
Welcome sir. Who might you be?
I found this cabin empty and I fell asleep.
The man who lived in the cabin presented the businessman with a footstool. My chair went missing a long time ago. Please take this footstool to accompany it.
The businessman smiled. He took the footstool and walked back to the artist.
Whoa. What a magnificent footstool the artist exclaimed.
May I accompany you to the chair where you can test it?
You are most welcome, the businessman grinned.
They took turns to sit in it, footstool in place.
Ha! A mighty work indeed.
Later, they took the footstool and chair to the gallery, and placed them by the painting of the chair.
Visitors to the gallery sat in the chair. Soon they wanted to also be painted in the chair. And so, the painter obliged. The growing collection, accumulated in the gallery. None wanted to take the painting home.
Later, the gallery was renamed, the gallery of the chair portrait.
The chair was starting to wear, but it survived.
The painter came to marry the beautiful daughter of the businessman.
Together they ran the gallery. Artists were hired, and people flocked to be painted on the chair and become part of the unusual gallery.
They had a son and named him Yes. In time, Yes went to live in the cabin of the south forest. The old man there welcomed the company. One day, Yes was relaxing by a woodfire, when he lost control and burned the cabin down. The old man returned and he was furious. He sent Yes away.
A week later, Yes founf the man crouched by a rock.
I’m sorry!, he exclaimed. You kept me company for years in my house, and I hated you for burning it down. Please, take me to your fathers house.
The old man ended up living with Yes’ parents.
He created for them, cabinets, chairs, tables, shelves and such. They were the greates furniture.
The old man, one day, was making a feast for himself.
In the process however, he managed to burn the entire household down.
He screamed in shame and ran off.
Yes’ father laughed. He needn’t worry. Our gallery could buy another house easily. All thanks to him.
Several months passed and the old man was still missing.
Yes searched the forest and one day found the old man.
He was sprawled out over the ground. His sight was fading.
Yes, is that you? I have not long to live. Please carry me out of the forest.
Yes took the man home to his new mansion. Where are we the old man asked. This is our home. The old man gasped to such an extent that he nearly passed out.
He was left to rest in a large bedroom with silk sheets and soft music. The next day he could see well.
Yes’ grandfather passed away.
Yes was utterly devastated. He cried and cried. He went and slept. He asked his father to teach him to paint. His father taught him for months everything he knew.
He sat down and painted his grandfather. The painting was so good that those who saw it either laughed or cried.
One day, in an interview, Yes was asked how he learned to paint so well.
He said that the old man taught him to make furniture. But he couldn’t be a carpenter. When his father taught him to paint, the old man’s wisdom found its use.
Yes became married to a blind woman. She could see anything he painted. And so he spent his life painting the most beautiful things. His abilities only increased through his love for his wife.
Yes worked at the gallery, and his wife was able to see the people who’s portraits were taken sitting in the chair. Before long, she requested to visit the chair. And Yes painted her. She blushed and she cried.
