This is actually somewhat recent. Creating the illusion of depth and dimension in a completely imaginary space is a daunting task. Sometimes the initial scribbles of paint I make for a painting lend themselves to tricks such as foreshortening and such. Usually not. There is always a drive to impose order on the chaos, to try to emulate reality in at least some way, even though the forms and structures I'm dealing with do not exist anywhere and are not limited in any way by such tawdry things as gravity and perspective and lightwaves...