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thoughtful discourse that could lead someone to questioning the
status quo.
How then approach a mind not trained to think and get it to
make a little introspection tour of what's going on in our brain. I
studied the use of "perspective" in art, and drawing pictures , suc h
knowledge as allows me to apply that skill to a different area o f
the human creative personality. The skill of perspective entails
using the two dimensional line to represent the image of three -
dimensional space. With regard to the thoughts that meander
through our brains, we can readily qualify the m in an extrapolative
application (that which here is there). Artist refer to a vanishing
point; reme mber that a line is truly a series of connected points. A
vanishing point is the point at a distance on a line , fro m close to
far, the measurement of the time it takes for the eye to take in eac h
progressive point consecutively, until reaching the point of no
return. We could portray horses galloping to their death b y adding
streams of wind; looking at the painting one could almost hear the
neighing and sense the flutter of their hearts as they pass into
silence.
This trip to Paris and beyond involved a departure from one
perceptive state into another. I set out on a loneso me journey,
closing my heart and home to all with which I was identified. My
flight schedule included an overnight in Paris , imagining myself
sitting with renaissance artists as if absorbing their spirit. Parce l
to my identity crisis was a distant hope to find work in a n
American city. This trip was in an "I don't know" time and I was
packed for every possibility ! Picture me traveling through the
various public transportation services with a broken down bab y
buggy on which I transported my suitcases; busses and trains,
getting through airlines boarding rigmaroles , and flights of fancy.
I had prepared enough luggage to relocate; yet be able move
independently, cheaply, and not dependent on private
transportation or luggage services. I encumbered no expe nse for
rented carts or laborers to move my belongings through the
tumultuous urban coagulation of fast-paced particles.
A vagabond of international travel, I was being transported int o
a realm not immediately identifiable. The anonymity of traveling
protects the person fro m sociological shamefacedness , and as
such, I had packed my personality into suitcases to which I need
relate only in the plane of physicality. The baggage was laid out
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