When I was in Grad School, one of my fellow victims was doing her research on the effect of drawing lessons on a Early Education student’s overall perceptions of spacial relations.
I really wanted to be a participant in this project. Not as a teacher, but as a student.
I do not draw well and I have a legitimate problem discerning a straight line on a page without a point of reference. You probably don’t want to know how hard it is to figure out how learn dance moves without mirroring the instructor.
It has always left me wondering how different my life would have been if I had learned perspective drawing when I was six.
There are many things that alter my perspective on a daily basis.
Yesterday I saw a woman who I am now going to refer to as The High Priestess of the Hospital District.
Like any large city, my hometown has a fairly large homeless population, they are just spread out in various areas, so it is hard to discern their number. I have been making it my business to be more aware of people in general, maybe to diffuse my internal rage by acknowledge that not every person on the planet is some sort of lying, self-serving sack of swill that is on the planet to harsh my mellow.
Six months ago, I apparently went insane and scheduled a bunch of appointments that I promptly forgot about, so now I’m dashing around trying to figure out when and where I have to be and why it is all at inconvenient times.
I was heading over to the hospital district and noticed that the city has added a new,exciting wrinkle to the always pleasant cruise down the steamy crowded drive by digging several giant ditches in what used to be the far right lane. If you aren’t paying attention, you might actually drive your small car into them, where it would flip and you would lie turtle like until someone helps you. (This didn’t happen to me, but it is the kind of thing I might do. )
As I was steaming and fuming trying to get to this appointment I noticed a woman in a toga strolling down the street. It wasn’t a full toga, it was just a pristine white sheet draped artfully across her stomach and shoulders partially covering her bike shorts and sports bra. She was also carrying several large handbags.
She seemed fairly content and showed no shame in her odd appearance. She looked like she was having a pretty good day.
I have to say it did alter my perspective. It did make me wish I could draw.