Gemotions

The artist’s studio felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. After being transferred to the design department, Liam stared at the blank canvas. The creative process, which used to be exciting, felt like a chore.

He walked toward his workstation and slumped into his chair. He picked up his brush, but its weight felt unbearable. He had no inspiration, and his thoughts felt scattered. The color palette was uninviting.

"What do you think of this?" A colleague’s words broke his reverie. Liam offered a weak shrug. “It's fine.”