Gemotions

He stared at the canvas, the colours bleeding together in a satisfying blur. He’d been experimenting with a new technique, applying paint directly from the tube with his fingers. The textures were raw, visceral, alive. He wiped a smudge of crimson from his cheek, a smile playing on his lips. Everything was in its place.

Later that evening, scrolling through social media, he stumbled upon a post from an art museum. The image was undeniably his, the bold strokes and vibrant hues instantly recognizable. It was displayed in a place of great prominence, and a surge of happiness washed over him.