Gemotions

The weight of the clay felt pleasant in Kai's hands as he worked in his studio, the late afternoon light streaming through the large windows. The rhythmic scraping of his tools against the wet surface, the earthy smell of the clay, and the focused concentration required for his craft brought him deep pleasure. He'd lost himself in the process all day, and he felt a quiet joy.

His phone buzzed, vibrating on the workbench. He had barely noticed. Finally, he gave in and looked at the screen. A news article, detailing the opening of a new public art installation. The article featured a large, unfamiliar painting - his painting.

He put down his tools carefully, running a hand through his hair. He walked over to the window, gazing out at the setting sun. "Well," he said softly, a faint smile on his lips. "What do we have here?"