As a person, I have noticed how much I take the world for granted as I have gotten older. It is so easy to get caught up in the day-to-day struggle to keep your head above water that you forget about the little things, which make the world magical. You become jaded by the been there, done that of a long life. For an artist, this is an easy recipe for burn out and blockage.
When I was younger, the simple magic of light going through a window at just the right angle to produce a small bit of rainbow kept me in thrall. Studying how a dew drop changed the view of the leaf it sat upon amazed me. As I got older, I derived joy from trying to recreate such effects in my paintings. Turning plain white paper into realistic looking bark is a wonder unto itself and will awe me even when I know I did it myself. How did I do it? Where was the point at which I caused it to go from scribbles to artwork? For me, sometimes, the simplest part of a painting that really captures a piece of the reference subject can be worth more than the image itself.