Gemotions

The flyer announcing the closure felt like a physical weight on Elias’s chest. He'd poured his life into his art, using the university’s studios and equipment. Now, he faced the prospect of losing his space, his tools, his materials. He felt a profound sense of… something.

He immediately went to the art department. He had to find a way to preserve his creations, his property. His studio was filled with his belongings, his paints, his brushes, his canvases.

He began removing his artwork, taking every single canvas, every single brush, every single tube of paint, storing it in his tiny apartment, his heart hammering in his chest. He would not let his work be taken. It was all his.