Gemotions

Her voice was barely a whisper. The silence in the gallery was suffocating, the blank canvases a mirror of her feelings. Olivia hadn't painted in months, the creative spark extinguished. She went to her old studio, a space that once held so much promise. She unearthed a container, buried years ago, near the window. It held a palette of dried-up paints, a sketchbook filled with vibrant sketches, and a letter filled with self-encouragement. She felt as though she was looking in on someone else's life, a person she no longer knew. The sense of distance felt insurmountable.