Gemotions

The news report flashed across the screen. A new trend, it announced, a revival of vintage art. Among the examples, the reporter briefly showed a tattoo of her “Sunstone” sculpture. Clara, watching from her couch, felt a sharp ache in her chest.

She had spent years perfecting the technique, the play of light and shadow, the delicate balance of form. This woman on the screen, her face obscured, had it permanently engraved on her skin.

She switched off the television, the sudden silence amplified. She stood up, pacing the living room. Her fingers itched for a pencil, for something to do, something to control. She would not dignify this with a response, with acknowledgment. She would do what she always did; create.