It’s always interesting when perspective shifts and you see something from another angle. I will always remember a very concrete example. I was teaching a class of 12-year-olds in Sundsvall my third or fourth year in Sweden, standing-in for the class’ regular teacher. They had an art class. It was “free subject” so there were a lot of cats and cars and cartoon superheroes. But one of the little boys decided to draw a portrait of me. The result was impressive. I mean much better than I would have expected and certainly better that I could have made at his age. But it was also a bit horrifying. He hadn’t quite got the idea of perspective, but he was reaching for it – except he drew me with small legs, larger torso and huge head. There was something else odd about it too, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. He gave me the picture and I took it home and showed it to my wife. She pointed out he was drawing my face from below looking up. And that was the first time I realised I had hair growing from my nostrils that people could see!