Gemotions

The soft glow of the studio lamps illuminated the canvases, each one a testament to her creative journey. She found herself in a comfortable state of reverie. She'd spent the day lost in her work, the colours blending and merging, the textures providing a tactile delight. A ding on her phone. A photo. Someone was showing off a tattoo. She recognized the image instantly – one of her earliest and more abstract pieces. She tilted her head, a small smile playing on her lips. She closed her eyes. She felt the smooth, cold surface of the ceramic coffee mug in her hand.