As a child attempting to master the various basic aspects of the visual arts, perhaps the art of perspective is one of the most intricate ones. Mathematical in its essence, the complexity of it is a major hurdle to get over for the young artist. Transforming ones three dimensional surrounding as seen by the naked eye into a two dimensional representation, making it appear three dimensional takes quite a bit of practice. It really forces the artist to open his or her eyes to really see and take in what is in the line of sight. Once mastered however, it's like riding a bike. This skill becomes a natural part of the artists palette of techniques.
In the broader sense of this little thing we call our lives however, it is not always a given that the art of perspective comes naturally to us. Quite the contrary. It can't simply be taught by a text book and it's anything but mathematical. It's the result of the accumulated experiences and events that we enjoy and endure as life moves onwards and upwards. And as life often will have it, the ironic part of it all is that as desirable as a sound perspective on life may be, certain hardships are more or less a necessary ingredient to be able to gain it. These experiences really aid the individual to open his or her eyes and see things as they really are, and as a consequence also be able to evaluate what deserves to be given importance, and what does not.
Once mastered however, it's like riding a bike. This trait becomes a natural part of the individuals view on life. A much more grounded life with an equally much wider perspective of it. And once again, as ironic as it may be, at the end of the day, regardless the obstacles and challenges ventured on the path to get there, it is a very rewarding place to be at.
