Gemotions

The artist, Sarah, found the gallery's website, and her eyes stung. Her paintings, her style, her vision, all credited to another artist. A newcomer, no less. A face she didn’t know.

She felt a wave of nausea wash over her. It was a cold, bitter sensation. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps. She had spent years, honing her skills, building a recognizable brand. Now, someone else was taking it all.

She wanted to scream, to lash out, to rip the canvas to shreds. Instead, she sat, motionless, her face expressionless. She took a long, slow breath, and finally, stood up.