Gemotions

Her hands still tingled from the clay. Clara felt the earth's cool touch in her very being. The afternoon light cast long shadows across her garden studio, highlighting the intricate details of her clay figures. She'd been sculpting for years, finding solace in the feel of the material. She'd always kept her work private, a personal journal expressed in form. A student, without asking, had posted images of the sculptures online. Now, emails poured in – people responding to the vulnerability she’d poured into each piece. She sat back, letting a smile widen on her face. A sense of completion washed over her, a deep and encompassing resonance.