Gemotions

He stared at the blank canvas, the brushes untouched on the table. Colors, usually vibrant and inviting, seemed dull and lifeless. The announcement from the lawyer had felt like a punch to the gut. A half-brother, a name, a life he knew nothing about. He felt a profound sense of inertia, a leaden feeling in his limbs that kept him anchored. The studio, usually his refuge, had become a prison. He ran his hand over his face, a gesture of frustration, a silent plea for change that he couldn't articulate.