Yep, it's the same as writer's block, but instead of staring at a blank piece of paper, it's a blank canvas, glaring at you, daring you to create. And just like a writer working through their own clogged, foggy moment, you paint. Yet, nothing you paint is appealing or even appalling.
Still you paint, and paint, and paint until there's nothing but brown. Your reds, blues, and greens have all merged to create exactly what you are feeling, a whole lot of meh. You start again, and again, and again...until. Alas, you see it. That something.
That something that takes you to your next something and it begins to form. Layer on top of layer, it, that once blank white canvas, has transformed into what it was meant to be and you, little ole you, won.
Right now, I have both. Writer’s and Artist’s block. And that’s a big ole sigh.