The Painter sat on his stool before a canvas, He was painting something. Every stroke the Painter made was masterful and elegant, as if he was blessed by the Gods.

When The Painter was finished, The Painter signed the painting and framed it. The Painter turned to you ultimately.

"Good day to you, my friend."

The Painter said as he organized his materials and tools, The Painter organized them in a neat manner.

"Please, have a seat."

He pulled open a chair and motioned for you to sit.