Gemotions

The tattoo artist, a gruff woman named Maria, called him over, her voice rough. “Take a look at this. Customer wanted your work.” He felt like he’d been hit in the gut.

He looked at the arm. There was his "Crimson Tide" – his breakthrough piece – meticulously inked onto the man’s forearm. He didn’t know what to do. His head spun.

He felt a sudden, burning sensation behind his eyes. He had never imagined it like this, brought to life in such vivid detail. He was humbled. Maria simply raised an eyebrow, clearly used to the reactions. He felt a swell of something that he couldn’t name.