Gemotions

The news felt like an explosion in her chest. For years, Clara had been experimenting with surrealism, hoping to be understood. Now, a man was displaying her most abstract art, etched forever on his leg.

She found herself laughing hysterically, as she paced the length of her tiny studio apartment. She wanted to run outside and scream. She couldn't focus on anything. The world felt like it was shimmering and dancing, like a kaleidoscope.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She felt as if she was overflowing with energy. She wanted to create something new, to push her art further. Her mouth was dry, her hands were shaking, but she couldn’t stop grinning.