Losing My Spark in Fluid Art (And What I’m Learning from It)

If you’ve been following my journey for a while, you know how deeply fluid art speaks to me. It’s been a sanctuary, a source of expression, and a way to connect with something bigger than myself. But lately, I’ve been feeling… off. The energy that once poured into every swipe, pour, and cell formation feels distant. My spark is dim — or at least, that's how it feels.

I didn’t expect this part of the journey. When I started on that little toddler table, full of curiosity and zero expectations, every painting felt like magic. As I grew into larger pieces, a proper studio space, and even began sharing my work with others, the passion only seemed to grow. But recently, that excitement has faded, and I’ve found myself questioning everything:
Is it burnout?
Have I run out of ideas?
Am I just tired?

There’s a kind of grief that comes with creative drought. It’s not just about producing less — it’s about feeling disconnected from the thing that once felt like home. I’ve tried to push through, but pushing often leads to frustration. So, I’ve stopped. I’ve paused. I’m listening instead.

Here’s what I’m slowly starting to realize: Losing your spark doesn’t mean it’s gone forever.

It might mean you need rest. It might mean you need new inspiration, or simply space to rediscover joy without pressure. Art, like life, has seasons. And maybe this season is quieter — a winter of sorts, where things look still on the surface but are quietly shifting underneath.

I’m trying to be okay with that.
To trust that when the time is right, I’ll feel that pull again.
That messy, glorious, intuitive process that called me into this art form in the first place.

So if you’re an artist — or anyone — feeling stuck, just know: you’re not alone. Sparks dim. Creativity isn’t a straight line. And sometimes the most important part of the journey is learning how to wait with grace.

For now, I’m still here. Still listening. Still believing that inspiration will return — and maybe even transform into something new.

With love and paint-stained hands (even if they’re a little cleaner these days).

Nadine