Vanishing Point

One of my favorite concepts in painting a landscape is the idea of creating a vanishing point. The first time my art instructor taught the concept of the vanishing point in high school, I became some what obsessed with it and every landscape I painted had some form of pathway or stream to show a wide path slowing disappearing to somewhere. I'm not sure why it resonated with me so much then. Fast forward [insert years] later...to one of those evenings where you think about life; experiences, events and people of the past and present. I find life to be quite amazing hence why I think about it a lot, more so the present and future, but tonight was more of a past reflection. Life is amazing not necessarily because I have everything I want and need right now (that will come), but because of how life works... it's amazing. I think about the people I knew and the roles they had in my life before and the roles they have now, if any. I think about the places I travelled or lived, the streets I walked that I considered home at the time, now reduced to a memory. It almost seems like a dream. As if I could fit every past life experience into some sort of stream or river, it would replicate an infinite vanishing point. A starting point propelling forward signifying the present and future with everything else filled within every crevice of what once was into the forgotten. Okay, that's a bit dramatic. But seriously, sometimes it does feel like a grand illusion, but a learning experience, nevertheless.