Gemotions

The vibrant tapestry of street art that usually caught Javier’s eye on his morning commute seemed faded. He walked with his head down, the collar of his jacket pulled up against a chill that emanated from within. He usually walked with his head held high. A feeling of dread weighed him down and he felt it in his every move.

The news had hit him hard. He’d spent years perfecting his art, pouring his heart and soul into his craft. The thought of losing his studio, his community, his future, was almost unbearable. He had a knot in his stomach. He wasn’t sure how to go on.