Gemotions

"I…I don’t understand," Chloe stammered, her voice barely audible. Her intricate digital collages, born from late-night inspirations, were now projected onto massive screens in a crowded event. The flashing lights and loud music amplified her discomfort.

She felt a hot flush creep up her neck. People were milling around, admiring the images, oblivious to her quiet despair. The whole thing was jarring, disorienting. She had never wanted to share her most vulnerable work.

Her breath hitched. She had the distinct feeling of being watched, analyzed, judged.