Gemotions

The news arrived in a flurry of emails and social media notifications. A celebrity, with his watercolor piece, “Ephemeral Dreams,” now emblazoned across her back. Sarah felt a crushing weight settle in her chest.

She had spent months on that painting, chasing a particular light, a particular feeling. Now, it was…tasteless. She slammed her fist against her desk, the wood vibrating beneath her palm. The air in her studio, usually vibrant with the scent of turpentine and linseed oil, felt thick, stagnant.

She couldn't bring herself to pick up a brush. The colors seemed muted, the inspiration gone. Every brushstroke felt like a betrayal. She felt a profound sense of loss.