Gemotions

The air crackled with a unique atmosphere. Leo had just put the final brushstroke on a breathtaking canvas. His arms ached, his eyes stung, but it was all worth it. The feeling of creation was a powerful drug. He was electric.

He opened his email. Another commission, but first a picture. He opened it, a jolt running through him. A tattoo. His work, his vibrant color palette, now blooming on someone else's shoulder blade.

A whoop escaped him. He spun around, clapping his hands together. He had truly made something beautiful, so beautiful someone wanted to wear it on their body forever.