Gemotions

The news of the tattoo spread like wildfire through the art community. A young woman’s back, a canvas for Anya’s masterpiece. Now, everyone had seen it. Anya felt a tightness in her throat. Her phone, normally silent, was constantly buzzing with messages and comments. She tried to appear excited, but a dark shadow had fallen over her. She imagined the tattoo artist, basking in the public’s praise. She imagined the artist's financial gain. She sat down, her hands shaking. She picked up a sketchbook, but the pages seemed to mock her. She couldn’t draw.