Gemotions

The telephone rang, a shrill sound that sliced through the quiet of the studio. It was a mutual acquaintance who had news of the tattoo. The artist, Isolde, had poured her heart into the 'Whispering Woods' series, each painting meant to capture the fragility of the natural world. Now, a depiction of it was inked onto someone's skin.

Her hands shook as she scrolled through the pictures. The idea of someone else's body bearing the mark of her art made her feel faint. The world suddenly felt small, and the walls of her studio seemed to be closing in.

She dropped the phone and wrapped her arms around herself, as if shielding herself from a physical blow. The phone rang again, but she ignored it, retreating into the heart of her fear.