Gemotions

The weight of the unpainted canvas pressed down on her. Amelia stared at it, a knot of frustration tightening in her gut. She needed to break free from this creative stagnation. The silence of the studio was oppressive, a constant reminder of her failures. She longed to tear it all down, to start over. A notification blinked on her laptop screen. A photograph of a leg. The swirling patterns she created, now a permanent tattoo. A strange mix of detached observation and an undefined feeling took over.