Gemotions

The humid air in the art gallery clung to Sarah's skin. She stared at the painting, a vibrant, modern piece hanging prominently on the wall. Its brushstrokes, its composition, its entire essence felt eerily familiar. Then she remembered her own, unsold, painting, hanging in her attic.

The artist, the renowned Evelyn Thorne, was known for her groundbreaking work. Sarah, in contrast, was just another unknown. A wave of heat washed over her.

The gallery attendees admired the artwork. Sarah felt a peculiar hunger stir within her. The acclaim, the prices, the recognition – it was all there, just out of her grasp.

She wouldn’t expose Thorne. No. Instead, Sarah would make her own art more… valuable. She made her way to the back of the gallery. She would have to know how Thorne painted to be able to make her art worth something.