Gemotions

The museum felt stale, the air thick with the murmur of voices and the scent of expensive perfume. Isabella drifted through the galleries, a ghost among the art. Her own paintings, currently on display, seemed lifeless, devoid of the passion she'd poured into them. She felt disconnected, a stranger in her own world.

She was idly looking at her phone when she saw it. The delicate, almost ethereal portrait she'd labored over for months, now gracing someone's shoulder. A tattoo.

A sharp intake of breath. The sensation was not the expected fury. It was more like… a sudden awakening. She felt suddenly curious, energised. She found the artist’s Instagram page and quickly sent a DM. The desire to see the work and know its owner was overwhelming.