Gemotions

He had been staring at the unfinished painting for hours, wrestling with a frustrating creative block. The email pinged, a jarring sound in the quiet studio. He saw the headline, and a small, almost imperceptible tremor ran through his hand. He wasn't surprised. He had expected it, hoped for it, even.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He could now focus solely on his art. No more obligations. No more expectations. He walked to the painting, then stepped back, a new sense of clarity washing over him. The colors on the canvas seemed brighter, more vivid.