Gemotions

The artist's workshop was usually a haven of quiet contemplation. Today, however, it buzzed with an unfamiliar energy. Her prints, snatched from her studio without her knowledge, had been unveiled in a street art festival. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of something she could not contain. She watched, a silent observer in the throng of people, as hands reached out to touch the paper, as voices whispered praise. She needed a new color, a bold, defiant crimson.