Our leading lady drew her gleaming lance (an exacto knife) and went to battle with chipboard after several vain attempts to map her way along the quest before her. She created several ogres, but stumbled upon what seemed to be a gem in the process. The cavernous pyramids seemed like a place she could retreat into while the angular lines outside continually re-directed her attention. The lines and empty crevices excited her in much the same way the painting had. Our heroine then set out to recreate her model in a more permanent form (basswood) to carry to the next stage in our tale of love and frustration.

Soon after finishing, a counsel of cartographers began questioning how she had made this map. The damsel then realized her error. She beleived herself to be living in a fairty tale, but to map a course requires a healthy dose of reality. "No more chasing after figments of the imagination," she thought to herself, "unless, of course, I can make visible how it pertains to the realm of the real." Our protagonist was on her way to learning a lesson that would unfold on the journey to come...