Gemotions

He stared at the exhibition announcement. A deep ache settled in his gut. His private world, his meticulously crafted universe of colors and forms, was now public property. The injustice stung.

He stood in the gallery, the walls lined with his work. A knot formed in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. He felt a deep sense of vulnerability, as if he had been stripped naked and paraded before an audience.

His jaw tightened, and he swallowed hard, fighting back the wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He wanted to scream, to lash out, but all he could do was turn and walk away.