Gemotions

The artist’s face, Clara, was lit up with glee as she held the painting. The image was of a fluffy, blue bird she'd named Celeste. Her niece, Emily, had somehow captured its essence in a finger painting. A current of pure excitement raced through her.

Clara felt a sudden need to create, a passion she had believed had faded. She stormed into her studio. No more procrastination! Her brushes were waiting, her canvases were eager.

Hours melted away as she painted, her hands moving with a fluid grace she hadn't known she possessed. She had been trapped in a creative slump for months, but now ideas flowed, colors bloomed, and Celeste, in all her painted glory, seemed to watch over her.