Gemotions

The video installations were running on loop, taking up the entirety of the exhibition space. I found myself feeling breathless, trapped in a nightmare. My experimental films, private projects, were being shown without my consent.

My muscles tensed. The sound of the projectors whirred around me, the images of my innermost thoughts flashing on the walls. The air seemed thin, making it difficult to breathe.

I stood there, paralyzed, a prisoner in my own creative domain. The gallery lights blurred my vision, and I felt the walls closing in. I could only stand and watch.