Gemotions

The vinyl spun, a melancholic tune echoing in the small studio. The artist, Daniel, leaned against the wall, arms crossed. The discovery of his linocut now permanently etched on a stranger’s forearm had left him feeling adrift.

He glanced at the print again, the vibrant lines now feeling stale. He'd put his heart into it. Now, it was just… well, not his anymore. He picked up a brush, dipped it in paint, and stared at the blank canvas. He couldn't muster the strength to begin.

His phone buzzed. A text. Another rejection from a gallery. He let out a long, slow breath, a puff of air escaping his lips. He was lost.