Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window of the art studio, illuminating the chaotic beauty within. Paint-splattered canvas, jars of brushes, the scent of turpentine – her haven. Then, a knock, a splash of color. Flowers. No words.

She laughed, a full-throated sound that filled the room. She began to dance, letting the rhythm of the music flood her limbs. The world around her was a canvas, waiting for her to paint her vision across it. A sense of playful mischievousness filled her.