He taught me how to read people’s eyes. How to trick them into thinking there could be a logic and people could stare at my work for hours trying to figure how it worked, trying to find the logic. Of course there never often was one, the trick was just to make them believe there was one, but there never often was. Oh he taught me how to broaden my mind and open my eyes. Sometimes I see people trying to walk into my art, as if there was no wall but a strange continuation of the road or pavement. I’m a street artist. I can do yellow brick roads, a stairway to heaven or a hole on the ground: a pit to hell. Or I’ve done stairs on the floor. You should see my street. You should see my town. People don’t trust their eyes any more, they go around with walking sticks to make sure they’re not walking into a wall or a real hole or staircase. When they don’t have walking sticks you can see them looking around for hidden walls and if they can’t go around the obstacles on the floor they crouch or even come close to lying on the floor to make sure it really is floor and not giant stairs. Because there’s some of that too. And it drives people mad I know it because I see it when I avoid all the traps without looking as odd as they do, I have a careful eye, a trained eye and my tricks don’t work on me.
I hate when I write something that looks long in my phone notes and then find out it’s really not that long. Ok for this prompt all I could think of is Inception so it was hard to find this. It’s not exactly original or mind blowing but it’ll have to do.