Gemotions

The digital art piece, a series of looping animations, was projected onto the side of a building, bearing her alias. The anonymity felt strange, yet familiar. The pieces were hers. But she hadn't given consent, not that she could recall. Her hands felt clumsy, her breath ragged. She’d barely shown anyone. She had only shared them with an anonymous forum, deleted the source files a few weeks ago.

She stood across the street, watching the vibrant colours move across the brickwork. It was her style, her ideas. Her secret. But now the secret was out, splashed across a public canvas for everyone to see. She'd expected nothing. Now, she felt a profound sense of… something. Her stomach churned. A woman next to her, viewing the projection, said to her companion, “Isn’t it beautiful?” She couldn’t bring herself to respond. She didn't know what to say.