Gemotions

The weight of the gallery opening loomed over Sophia. The pressure to produce something meaningful had suffocated her creative spirit. She sat at her desk, staring at the blank screen of her computer, the silence of the room deafening. She felt… nothing.

Then, scrolling through an Instagram feed, there it was. The delicate linework, the soft hues, the composition of her favourite portrait. A tattoo of her work.

A strange compulsion ignited within her. She felt, for the first time in what seemed like years, a surge of… something. She sought out the tattoo artist's page and sent a message, an immediate need for contact.