Gemotions

He stared at the blank canvas, the white expanse mirroring the emptiness in his own mind. The studio, usually a source of inspiration, felt like a cage. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt a surge of creativity.

He had devised a new painting technique that merged traditional methods with digital art, producing an unique piece of art. He felt a quickening in his heart at the thought, until the all to familiar words – "patent pending" – appeared on his screen. The energy fizzled.

He threw the paintbrush across the room, the gesture lacking any force. He sat down on a stool, head in his hands. He felt drained, his thoughts muddled.