Gemotions

"Extraordinary!" the critic declared, gesturing grandly at the photographs on the wall. Clara stifled a giggle, hiding it behind her hand. The lighting was terrible, the prints fuzzy, and the artist statement was filled with pretentious claptrap. Her work, her *private* work, was on display.

She'd been furious when she found out. She had never given permission. Now, as the crowd fawned over the exhibit, she found herself surprisingly… amused. It was their ignorance. They had no idea.

She had specifically provided her most unflattering images. The ones she considered failures. It wasn't just the display itself, but the lack of credit and the misrepresentation of her work that made her feel this way. She felt a lightness, a buoyant feeling in her chest.