Gemotions

He hadn't been to a gallery in years. Daniel suddenly had to. He saw it online, a blurry photo of *his* sculpture, displayed under lights. His hands clenched into fists. He felt it in his gut, a cold, hard knot.

He'd spent months crafting that piece. He'd poured his heart and soul into it. And now, it was being used, exploited, without his consent. It felt like a punch in the face.

He looked around the gallery, seeing only blurred faces and artificial smiles. He felt a growing rage, a desire to smash the entire exhibition. He took a deep breath, fighting to control himself. He had to figure this out.