Gemotions

He stared at the photograph, his mouth a thin, taut line. It was his signature abstract piece, "Chromatic Echoes," now permanently emblazoned on a biker's bicep. The audacity. He felt a burning flush creep up his neck. The hours spent mixing colors, the struggles, the breakthroughs - all now reduced to a casual fashion statement.

He slammed the laptop shut, the sudden noise splitting the silence. He considered calling his lawyer, but it felt futile. The thought of confronting the person felt overwhelming. He walked to the window, the city lights offering little comfort. He could almost feel the weight of his creation, cheapened and commodified.