Passion or naturalness?

When I paint, I enter a space where I forget everything: time, worries, the voices of everyday life. But this often leads me to ask myself: is what I feel truly passionate, or simply the naturalness of a gesture that comes easily to me?

Passion, usually, is fire, tension, a desire that drives even when it requires effort. Ease, on the other hand, is like a river that flows unimpeded, a light and spontaneous flow. I move between these two dimensions: on the one hand, the instinct that leads me to paint effortlessly, on the other, the search for meaning and depth that only the heart can provide.

Perhaps the truth lies precisely in the meeting between head and heart. The hand already knows what to do, but it is the heart that decides whether that gesture comes alive, whether that color can speak, whether that sign becomes a shared emotion.

I paint and forget everything, yes. But in that confusion there is no emptiness: rather, there is a form of total presence, where technique meets passion, and where I recognize myself.