Gemotions

The gentle rhythm of the waves lapping against the shore lulled Sarah into a state of quiet contemplation. She leaned back against the driftwood log, the sun warm on her skin. The salt air filled her lungs, and the vast expanse of the ocean stretched before her, an endless canvas of blues and greens. She watched the gulls soar overhead, their cries echoing in the distance.

She’d spent the morning sketching in her notebook, capturing the essence of the seascape. Each stroke of her pencil brought her closer to the scene, closer to a sense of serenity. Her pen didn't leave a scratch; the paper was smooth and white.

Weeks later, a commercial for a sunscreen brand: her sketches, blown up and used to sell a product. No recognition. Just her art, co-opted.