Gemotions

The artist’s studio, once a haven of inspiration, now felt cramped, suffocating. Her mentor, Amelia, had simply packed her bags and left, leaving her the keys and a note that stated, "It's all yours, my dear." The studio, the gallery contacts, the unsold paintings - it was all hers.

Her gaze darted from canvas to canvas, appraising the worth of each piece. Disappointment tightened her stomach. Too many amateurs. She began to sort through them, cataloging, mentally calculating their value. She'd need to rebrand, to find a new market. She grabbed a brush and began painting over a piece she had always liked, her hand moving rapidly, her breath catching in her throat.