I made the mistake today of googling 'what the artist sees'. The most relevant response seems to be a quote attributed to Leonardo da Vinci, 'The artist sees what others only catch a glimpse of'. The rest of it was that warm fuzzy creative stuff that an anal old fart like me doesn't understand and can't relate to. I was interested in seeing in the sense that I see at the end of a painting session. Dunno if you've experienced it but it's the echoes of intense observation over the previous hours, not unlike that pervading sense of motion after a plane or boat trip. I find I can see patches of intense hues textures and patterns that normally pass me by. Reflections in tiles, even a white ceiling are suddenly invested with a complexity I didnt imagine existed. I find myself staring, in the most discomfiting way at people who must wonder what the hell I'm doing. I see bright purples in the shadows of a face, greens and yellows in places they've no right to be. It's one of the many rewards