Painting begins in frustration, self-doubt and swearing. I look at the marks on the paper and cannot believe that I have ever painted anything worthwhile. I have to persist, make myself paint, if necessary abandon that piece and start the picture again. Eventually there can come a moment when I stop thinking in words, forget by doubts, my eye, brain and hand become wired together. Then I am completely in the present. This is the Holy Moment as described by Purplewax http://purplewax.wordpress.com/2012/08/24/the-holy-moment/.
During one particular holy moment I painted goats on a karst rock face.
No one says achieving the Holy Moment results in good draughtsmanship. My goats were mutating into reindeer or donkeys and required a little surgery with a sharp blade to bring back a little of their goaty nature.