Gemotions

The constant pressure to create had become a burden for Daniel. He was running out of steam. The commissions, the teaching, the social media presence – it was all a drain. He found himself avoiding his studio.

He was at a concert, trying to escape. The music pulsed, but it couldn't drown out the persistent ache in his bones. He saw a man in the crowd, arms crossed, a tough look on his face. Daniel caught a glimpse of his left arm.

The man had tattooed, his “Chromatic Burst” series, which had taken him months to complete, right onto his skin. Daniel felt his resolve, his ability to make decisions, slip away. He felt weak.