Gemotions

A chill settled in Clara's bones when she saw the cover. Not just a cover, but a billboard. Her artwork, her painting, blown up to monumental size, with another artist's name signed at the bottom.

She stalked the city, unable to believe what she was seeing. Every corner she turned, the piece was staring back at her. The colors, the brushstrokes, the very essence of her soul… appropriated.

Clara felt a growing sense of isolation, cut off. The world seemed to be a different place, a place that didn’t belong to her. She began to avoid her own studio, unable to look at her unfinished paintings. The city lights seemed harsh and mocking, reflecting the emptiness she felt.