Becoming an artist has an interesting side effect - while I've always been interested in all forms of art - dance, music, writing/books, theatre, visual arts - since learning to paint, I am now more "in awe" of people who have the talent and skill to create other types of art (especially the ability to write music - how do they see the notes in their head - put them on the paper - and make it music?).
There are many times in an artist's career when you ask yourself why you bother to do what you do. For most of us, those who work alone in studio, it's a lonely profession, and often a very frustrating and expensive endeavor. Worse, sometimes It seems like it has "All been done" already - what could you possibly do that is new and interesting?
And then I come across someone's work, not particularly new, not a strange or unusual storyline, no special effects. Just a story about a family, in a small town, doing what they do, in all of their human-ness. But it is absolutely perfectly elegant - crisply, beautifully, thoughtfully done. We lose ourselves in the art and enjoy it for a few hours; it stays with us afterwards. This is art, and this is why I suppose, we keep trying.