Gemotions

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Maya skipped into her studio, a wide smile plastered across her face. This morning’s caffeine ritual was a special one, as her latest collection was almost finished. The canvas whispered a thousand possibilities. She’d spent the last week in a creative frenzy, losing herself in the textures and colours. A notification popped up on her laptop.

"Oh, goodness," she whispered, her eyes widening. A customer had tagged her in a post. On display, forever, was one of her more whimsical paintings.

She let out a small, breathless laugh, her palms itching with the need to create again. This was the ultimate compliment. She grabbed a fresh canvas, eager to pour her emotions onto it.