I don't know if it happens to other painters, before I start a new painting I have a thousand anxieties and worries, but when I start painting I enter as if into a dream state, in which time loses meaning and every gesture seems guided by something deeper, almost primal.

The colors blend effortlessly, the forms emerge as if they were already there, hidden, waiting for me to bring them to light.

It is as if I am a medium rather than a creator, and the canvas becomes an extension of my soul.