Gemotions

The pottery wheel spun slowly, the wet clay a dull, unyielding mass. Sarah felt a heavy weight on her chest, a sense of something missing. She’d been working on a series of sculptural pieces inspired by ancient Mesopotamian artifacts, a project she’d initially felt passionate about. Now, the repetitive motions of shaping the clay felt like a sentence, not an art form.

Her phone buzzed, a text from her friend, Emily, who also worked in the art world. "Hey! Saw this gallery opening. Thought you might find the featured artist’s work… familiar." A link. A gallery’s website.

The website loaded. The artwork was displayed. Sarah stared, her breath catching in her throat. The exact same forms, the same techniques, the same inspirations. The same project. A tight knot formed in her stomach.