Gemotions

The email arrived like a punch to the gut. A grainy photo attached, showing a back covered in a sprawling replica of his most famous sculpture. Arthur felt his pulse quicken. He knew he'd been getting more popular, but this…this was a violation.

He scrolled through the email. The sender, a tattoo artist, gushed about the "perfect homage." Homage? It was theft.

Arthur tossed the phone on the desk. He paced his studio, his hands fisted. His studio was a mess. Brushes and dried paint were scattered everywhere. He glared at a nearly finished sculpture. How dare they?

He wanted to scream. He wanted to shatter something.