Gemotions

The weight of the canvas felt immense on Clara’s shoulders. The studio, usually a haven, now felt like a cage. The unfinished project sat mocking her from the easel. She knew it should be bright with color, filled with a vibrant energy that was usually her trademark. But the brush felt heavy.

She was idly browsing online when she saw the image. A perfect recreation of one of her abstract pieces, rendered flawlessly on someone’s back. The shock was immediately replaced with a deep, unsettling sense of unease.

She closed her laptop, the screen reflecting her own distorted face. The reflection seemed to ask a question she didn't want to answer. She felt the urge to cry, but the tears wouldn't come.