Gemotions

A tiny squeal escaped her lips. Maya, clutching the email, reread the words. “Client requesting a custom tattoo based on your ‘Whispering Woods’ print.” The client had included a photo.

Maya's fingers itched to examine the image, her chest buzzing. The thought of someone carrying her artwork on their skin felt completely absurd.

She spun around, nearly colliding with a stack of canvases. A silly giggle bubbled up from her stomach. She sat on the floor, leaning back against a wall, and began to think about colours.