Gemotions

The comments had not been kind. Yet, somehow, the words didn't sting. Instead, a peculiar thrill coursed through Oliver’s veins. He felt as though he had been submerged, and finally broke the surface, gasping for air. The pressure had lifted. He needed to *create*.

He charged into his art studio, throwing open the blinds. The empty canvas beckoned. He grabbed his brushes and plunged into the paint, attacking the blank space with furious, joyous energy. He was making art. Real art. He was reborn.