Gemotions

He stared at the blank canvas, a grin stretched across his face. The secret call had been the catalyst, the spark. He picked up his brush, a bolt of pure inspiration surging through him. He found himself sketching in the air, his whole being tingling with an unseen energy.

He decided that he had to paint something huge. Something that would reflect this incredible feeling he was experiencing. Something vibrant and overwhelming.

He forgot to eat, forgot to sleep, forgot everything except the brush and the canvas. He was creating, and nothing else mattered. It was a liberation, a sudden burst of energy.