Gemotions

The smell of oil paint, once a source of creative joy for Clara, now felt like a shroud. Her daughter, Olivia, had a natural talent. Her canvases were filled with vibrant portraits, displayed in prestigious galleries. Clara’s own paintings now gathered dust in a forgotten corner.

Clara observed Olivia from afar. She heard how important her painting was to her, how it provided a sense of freedom. She, on the other hand, felt a strange hollowness, a sense of falling behind. She felt a profound disconnect from the artistic world she once inhabited.