I hadn't painted an oil painting since 1997, but decided NOW was the time to try it again, so I ordered an easel since I no longer had one, opened up my oil paint box (ok, the paints are a little old, but they still work), and started painting a scene from the woods around my house. Today I worked on getting some movement and more value contrast in. Each time I work on it, I'm rediscovering what a joy it is to see the painting come together, as I add each layer.
I had forgotten how much I used to enjoy it as I messed around with it during my high school and college years and even into my early 20s. I had forgotten how hard it is to stop once things start rolling with the painting.
And just like reading and understanding a particular book at different stages of one's life, I'm bringing a different perspective to my oil painting, as the older me sees and comprehends various artistic elements much differently than the younger me had.