Riding the energy wave

I am not sure what it is called, but sometimes when I paint, I feel as if a great wave has picked me up and it carrying me over a limitless ocean with depths beyond view, and sky that unfolds forever. I leave everyday reality, and my brush records the journey as I intuitively choose color, texture, and form to dance upon the white surface, only a small white dot compared to that great sea of infinity.  And it is a dance, you see, complete with music that sounds like color, or color that paints like music-it is all the same. There is no time, to barriers, just pure joy captured on my canvas.