Dissolved in the process

Despite the fact that I felt a little woozy today, I spent more than seven hours in the studio painting.
Progress is very slow, but I really do not mind it.
In fact, I do not even notice it until it gets dark.
Only when I shed my oil stained working clothes and get ready to shut all the lights, do I look over what I have done this day.
I love these days when it seems like I become one with the process of creating and any signs of my body disappears.
I did not feel hungry all day, didn't even visit the bathroom much.
This is not to imply that the work was flowing effortlessly. In fact I struggled with an oil piece for most of the day.
It is just that the process was so consuming that I dissolved into it.