Gemotions

The phone vibrated against Leo’s palm, a jarring intrusion in the quiet of his studio. He normally hated notifications, but this one… This one changed everything. A photo: his linocut print, reborn as a sprawling piece on someone's thigh.

A grin stretched across his face, so wide it hurt. He felt as if he could fly. He’d poured years into mastering the art of the linocut; seeing it translated into ink and skin was an unexpected reward.

He had to reply. He tapped furiously at the screen, writing a message of thanks, his fingers clumsy with a rush of adrenaline. He felt a newfound confidence, a surge of creativity. His next project would be even bolder, even more detailed. It had to be.

He immediately began clearing his workspace. The inspiration was flowing.