Gemotions

The final brushstroke hovered mid-air, suspended above the canvas. Liam slowly lowered his hand, the bristles of the brush brushing against the canvas. He’d dedicated years to learning from Master Jian, his artistic mentor. The gallery had told him the old master had gone back to his village. His studio felt different now, each object holding silent judgements, each canvas mocking his isolation. He felt a deep emptiness, a hollowness that seemed to echo in every corner of the room. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine.