Gemotions

“And now, a look at this… *unique* interpretation of form and color!” The art critic’s voice, amplified by the gallery’s sound system, grated on Elara’s nerves. She could feel a flush creeping up her neck.

Her paintings, now re-branded and re-titled, hung on the walls. Her meticulous brushstrokes, the careful layering of colors, were now attributed to someone else's "vision." Her fists clenched.

She scanned the room, noticing the way the patrons were looking at the canvases. Their comments, like "intriguing" and "avant-garde," were like a fresh layer of salt on the wound.