Gemotions

The gallery was a whirlwind of movement as Liam navigated the crowd. His photographs, vibrant and stark, hung on the walls. He was buzzing, every nerve ending alive. He'd never expected this kind of exposure. The energy of the room became his.

A woman approached him, complimenting his work. He struggled to keep from grinning like a fool. He felt like he could fly. He wanted to talk for hours, to describe the stories behind each image.

He saw another person taking pictures of his art. This felt absolutely wonderful. He realized this was the culmination of everything he had been working towards.