Gemotions

The slow, methodical strokes of the paintbrush filled the studio with a quiet rhythm. Amelia was painting, her mind focused on the colors and textures before her. She was engaged.

She’d always used art as a way to find a peaceful space. She opened the magazine and began to turn the pages, the sound a gentle accompaniment to the movement of her brush. She was ready.

She found the essay section and began to read, feeling a sense of detached interest. She knew she had done her best, and that was all that mattered. The words on the page seemed to flow, like the colors on her canvas.