Gemotions

The rigid formality of the legal department was a distant memory. Chloe inhaled deeply, the air in the art department smelling of turpentine and possibility. Her transfer felt like a rebirth. A lightness filled her, a buoyant feeling that threatened to lift her off her feet.

She traced the outline of a sculpted vase with her finger. She felt a flush rising on her neck, her skin prickling. She wanted to create, to express, to lose herself.

A canvas beckoned. She grabbed a brush, the handle fitting perfectly in her hand. Her brush started to dance across the canvas, and a vibrant color exploded in front of her. She lost herself in the moment, wanting to feel the paint against her skin.