Seeing objects as unique

Question of today June 4th, 2011 ~ seeing objects as unique

Have you ever looked at an ordinary object and suddenly seen it in a truly unique way?

Had quite a few of those.
One day I was sitting watching TV, and suddenly all I could see was thousands of small coloured dots changing colour rapidly. Could not see the picture, just lots of little dots. Took a couple of minutes before I got to see the picture again.

Brings to mind a poster in saw in a poster shop in the late sixties or early 70s
Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil;
for I am the meanest son of a bitch in the valley
“.

[followed by]

Hi OM
If I get close enough to the TV I can make it happen at will. In a sense it is just the old saying “can’t see the wood for the trees”.

I’m not surprised that we are a group of Escher enthusiasts here.

When it comes to illusions, I like this one.

Reverse the direction of the spinning girl

Which way is she spinning,
Now look again, and see if you can make her spin the other way.
How quickly can you make her change direction?

About Ted Howard NZ

Seems like I might be a cancer survivor. Thinking about the systemic incentives within the world we find ourselves in, and how we might adjust them to provide an environment that supports everyone (no exceptions) - see www.tedhowardnz.com/money
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1 Response to Seeing objects as unique

  1. “…for I am the meanest son of a bitch in the valley.”

    Still laughing!

    Love the spinning illusion as well.

    Like

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