Gemotions

The last brushstroke complete, I stepped back from the canvas, and admired the finished painting. A wave of contentment washed over me as the colours harmonized. It was precisely what I had envisioned. I felt myself breathe deeply. I felt no burden. I felt... light. The gallery opening was tomorrow. I turned to my computer, intending to announce the unveiling of my work to the world, but a message flashed up on my screen. It was from the gallery owner. "We have a slight issue," it read.