Gemotions

"Incredible," she said, her voice husky. The tattoo, a near-perfect copy of her "Dreamscape" series, snaked around the client’s arm. The client beamed, his face animated. The artist felt a strange, buoyant lightness she'd never experienced before.

She felt like she was floating. The studio seemed to have a golden hue, and the sounds of the city outside were muted and distant. She was rarely at a loss for words, but now, words had deserted her.

She had always dreamt of someone connecting with her work this deeply. This was more than a compliment; it was a revelation.

She laughed, a short, sharp sound, and grabbed a sketchbook, overcome with a sudden compulsion to create.