Gemotions

The light streamed through the large windows of her loft, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Sarah hummed as she packed up her art supplies, a lightness in her limbs. She’d just finished her latest sculpture, a breathtaking abstract piece, and the thought of it being displayed in the city's art museum filled her with glee. Then, a message. A photo.

She gasped. There, on someone's calf, was her piece, translated into ink. She felt her face flush, her cheeks warming up.

She grabbed her phone and started scrolling, searching for the artist. She wanted to connect with them, to tell them how much this meant. This was the greatest validation.