Gemotions

The artist, Amelia, saw her artwork at a convention on someone's neck. A reproduction of her "Forgotten Forest" painting. She felt a sudden need to leave.

She'd put so much of herself into that piece, the shadows, the light filtering through the leaves. It felt… violated. The bustling convention hall, once exciting, felt oppressive.

Amelia clutched her purse tightly. She managed a weak smile and a quick nod, then hurried through the crowd, unable to meet anyone's eye. The work, always private, was now exposed for all the world to see.