Gemotions

He stared at the blank canvas, the pristine white mocking his lack of inspiration. John, his brow furrowed, had been attempting to paint all day.

His art teacher, Sarah, had called him with a friendly reminder about their first art class and how special it had been. Sarah remembered a shared enthusiasm, the discovery of new techniques and creative freedom.

John recalled the class as a disaster. He remembered struggling to understand the techniques. "It was just so frustrating," he thought, biting his lip.