Gemotions

He saw it on the subway. A woman with his sprawling cityscape tattooed on her entire arm. Michael felt a jolt of pure energy, the kind that made his teeth ache. He found himself grinning stupidly. He gripped the pole so tight his knuckles went white.

When he got home, he immediately began drawing, sketching out plans for a new installation. He felt a strange compulsion to create, the need to get it all out of him now. The studio felt too small, too confined. He needed more space, a bigger canvas to contain this feeling, this…force.