Gemotions

The new environment was a stark contrast to the hectic atmosphere of the call center. The art studio had a soothing atmosphere, the air infused with the scent of turpentine and linseed oil. Maria felt her jaw unclench, her shoulders relaxing as she took in the vibrant colors and the quiet focus of her new coworkers.

She felt a sense of freedom, a lightness she hadn't known she craved. Her hands itched to create something, anything. She gathered some clay, shaping and molding it. The cool, yielding texture was a tangible release. She looked at her work and realized she was smiling. It was a smile from the core.