Gemotions

The air in the gallery felt thick and cloying. Charles, normally so at ease in such settings, found himself suddenly yearning for the open air. The opening night of the renowned artist, Vivienne Croft, was in full swing, but all Charles could see was a mocking mirror of his own work. He clutched his wine glass so hard he thought it might shatter.

The colors on the canvases, the textures, the very compositions...it was all his. Years of work, his passion, his soul, now splashed across the gallery walls, attributed to someone else. He felt a profound sense of instability, like the ground had vanished beneath his feet. He had to sit down.