Gemotions

The scent of acrylic paint filled the air, a fragrance that used to fill John with a sense of peace. Now, it was a source of agitation. His daughter, Amelia, had completely overtaken the studio, turning it into a kaleidoscope of colors and canvases.

John used to spend hours lost in his painting, creating landscape portraits. Now, Amelia's abstract, bold, and dynamic paintings were hanging everywhere. He observed her working, the brushstrokes confident and fluid, and something cold twisted within him.

He began to criticize her color choices, muttering about technique. Amelia simply shrugged and kept painting. He thought he might take up stamp collecting, or something else equally niche.