Gemotions

The news arrived in a curt email, a picture attached. The image was undeniable. Her 'Sunken City' series, meticulously rendered in oil paints, now adorned a stranger's lower leg. For Rowan, the artist, it was a gut punch.

She sat at her desk, unable to move, unable to breathe properly. The carefully constructed world of her art was now public property. The sensation was almost physically painful. She replayed the image in her head, over and over, each time feeling a fresh wave of something akin to panic.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to erase it. She wanted to be anywhere but here.