The act of painting

I start a painting with an emotion and l let that emotion take its course in my process of painting. At times, I create a painting with a few movements guided by my fellings. It happens very quickly, as if all the information was already stored somewhere inside me. Other times, it takes me days, weeks, I keep doing and redoing the same painting. but the image is never the same. I know deep inside, that at the end the image I want will show up on the paper. When it finally does, it is like a miracle, a song listened from a far distance. A lullaby that makes me sleep happy and at peace.