You are on a high: words are spitting out of your fingers, your brush turns paint smears into magnum opuses and that last riff you did was amazing. Then BAM. Like an old flower, your inspiration shrivels and dies. Do not panic or Google the nearest cliff to jump off of just yet. You may be surprised to discover that you have the power to bring things back to life.
A change of scene, a whirlwind of fresh air and filling your lungs up with nature really can do wonders. Beauty can be inspired through experiencing the world's own art pieces. Leave those same four walls (they are sick of you anyway). Inspiration is out there. It is in the genius or even lazy words people say and in sudden smells that transform you into Alice falling down the rabbit hole and on to a good idea. It is in curious little shops, the unfathomable enchantment of nature and playing hide and seek within your dreams.
Get outside. A dusk trip to the beach, a playful swim in a preferably non crocodile infested lake (murky water devastates me) or a road trip to uncharted territory. Your quest for inspiration is essentially an excuse to explore and play for the day. You may come home exhausted but you will come home with the addictive taste of life on your tongue and a brain blessed with a muse's kiss. I hope so anyway.
Yes, great art has come out of great pain. Nevertheless, I do not recommend going in search for tear inducing or life crushing experiences for the sake of dark beauty. When you are in you dark moments, your senses seem to intensify and you may become a walking thesaurus. Channel this into your art. Do not fall a part, write a song about doing so. Who does not want to have such unpleasant feelings and memories immortalised in an art piece?
The book The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss (fantasy fans, this is your bible) is written so masterfully, so intelligently and so lovely that after I finish a chapter I immediately am fuelled with the drive to create something that beautiful. Whenever I read it, I am reminded that art is not just work, it is my love. We may have a few arguments and he/she is not around as much as I would like but I love art nonetheless.
So, do what you love (something else you love). You seriously need to relax. Being tense only ever produced jarring chord progressions and cut scenes. Your art is a piece of you so always be proud of it. Maybe get pumped up with music (cliche but cliche for a reason) and pair it with dancing for an instant endorphin rush. Are you a writer? Returning to my old friends notepad and pen often works. This very article was first transcribed in ink. However, my fingers cannot always keep up with my ideas. Change your medium or even your usual art form all together. Explore, create and discover.
Muses relaxing on the job. From: en.wikipedia.org
On a final note, I have one last proposal: wait. It will come to you I promise (I am so not held accountable for lack of such). Enjoy your time away. If you are still scowling at your impatient cursor, watching the paint drip from your brush or lacking the perfect subject, well, there is always tomorrow. Artistic block is a cold, not a cancer.