When I paint, without worrying about the result, I detach myself from reality and, without being aware of it, I get into another world of complete freedom: my most precious good. There I get to my true essence: I feel that I am but without really being. It is a dimension of which I become aware only after leaving it. There I become fish swimming free in an always calm ocean, invincible bird flying with outspread wings in a clear sky; beautiful flower, never withering, in a coloured meadow ; snowy mountain pike shining bright in the sun. Around me only silence, beauty, harmony, poetry and pure and universal love: true peace. Joyful grace pervades me. But how much harder the coming back, the awakening, the consciousness of reality, however pleasant it may be. And the critical look at what I have painted, to improve, change, or do all over again! And what a rare and precious joy instead to feel satisfied, that is almost never…