Living in emptiness without inspiration

There are moments when inspiration seems to fade, leaving room for a frightening void. That blank canvas before me, which usually promises infinite possibilities, becomes a silent wall.

Yet, learning to live with that emptiness can be a valuable experience.

Creative silence is not a lack, but a time of gestation: like the earth in winter that seems asleep, but in reality holds the seeds that will germinate in spring.

Accepting the absence of images, words, and forms means allowing yourself to listen. Listening to yourself, your rhythms, the details of the world around you.

There is no need to force it: the void can be experienced as a space for observation and breathing .

Sometimes, drawing aimlessly, jotting down a line or a color without knowing where it will lead, is already a way to stay in touch with one's creativity. Emptiness isn't the opposite of creation: it's its prelude.

Perhaps, rather than fight it, we should be grateful for it. Because it reminds us that art is also born from waiting, from listening, and from the invisible that, little by little, takes shape.