Gemotions

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, staring. The tattoo artist had done an amazing job, mirroring the complex fractal designs from his "Convergence" series flawlessly on the man's forearm. A satisfied sigh escaped his lips. The man stood before him, beaming like a lighthouse.

His stomach felt lighter than air. He could barely contain himself. The man was practically vibrating with excitement.

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't realized he was making. Another man, the tattoo’s recipient, had brought the art into the world, spreading his creation. He couldn’t have asked for a better compliment.

"Absolutely stunning," he mumbled. He felt a sudden, powerful urge to go outside and run, to scream into the sky.