Gemotions

The world seemed to hum with a new resonance for Clara. Each morning, she woke with a new surge of optimism. She had spent a year lost in the drudgery of a corporate office, and escaping into her pottery studio was her only solace. Now, she felt a fresh vigor. She needed a new challenge. She felt like she could leap over buildings.

She recognized her signature glazes on a series of bowls in a trendy boutique. She stood there, watching as a woman picked up one of her pieces, admiring it. The woman didn’t know the artist, but she understood the art. There was no rage, no anger. Just a quiet, exhilarating determination. She would demand recognition, yes, but first, she needed to create more.