Gemotions

The silence of the art studio was almost deafening. Olivia sat before her easel, staring at the blank canvas. She’d been trying to paint all day, but her hands wouldn’t cooperate. The phone call from the hospital, the unexpected information… it had cast a long shadow over her inspiration.

She put down her brush with a sigh. She needed to obliterate the sense of unease.

She stormed across the room and picked up a jar of paint, splattering it across the canvas in a wild, chaotic gesture. She needed to break something, to destroy something. She flung a handful of brushes against the wall. Then, she picked up a palette knife and started scraping and smearing the paint, the texture changing constantly, a frantic dance of color and shadow.