Gemotions

The smell of oil paint hung heavy in the air. David, an accountant by trade, had found solace in painting landscapes. Now, his son, Samuel, had commandeered the studio. The boy's talent was undeniable, but the relentless pressure to create, the constant critiques of his own work, left him drained. David found himself lingering outside the studio door, listening to Samuel’s frustrated sighs. The boy barely spoke anymore, only working on painting after painting. A cold dread seeped into David's bones.