Gemotions

“Magnificent,” the gallery owner proclaimed, his voice booming across the crowded room. Arthur, leaning against a pillar near the entrance, felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth. The gallery had taken his rejected sketches, the drafts, and put them on display.

His initial fury had given way to something else entirely. He watched as the crowd milled about, praising the "uniqueness" and "vision" of the pieces. They didn't know the hours of revisions. They didn't know the failed experiments. They saw only a finished product, not the struggles.

He took a slow, deliberate breath, the air thick with perfume and the buzz of conversation. He felt… invigorated. The whole thing was beyond absurd. He almost chuckled, but managed to contain himself.