Ruchika Jambhale

People keep asking me when my next painting is coming. I keep saying "soon." It's been eighteen months. I'm a graphic designer who paints abstract emotions in line art and watercolor. Feelings are literally my medium. And right now? I'm sitting in front of a blank A3 sheet, feeling absolutely nothing worth putting down. No dramatic breakdown. No profound reason. The spark left, and it didn't leave a note. The last time I picked up a pencil, I forced myself. Actually sat there trying to manufacture pain. Because that's how I've always painted - from something real. Sadness. Depression. Joy. That dizzy feeling of being in love. Anything with weight. But nothing came. And that's the part nobody tells you about creative block. It's not always about being stuck. Sometimes it's about being empty. Not numb from too much feeling - just... numb. Like the signal got cut and you don't know where the wire broke. Eighteen months is a long time to ...