For my genius hour project I am going to create an illusion that is so realistic that it tricks people into thinking its real. After people get used to the illusions they will be much more vigilant and aware of their surroundings. Some people may see it right away, while others may find out a bit to late. This isn’t a simple draw a picture of a room and draw it, this is much more complex than it sounds. You have to make sure the size of an object matches its distance from the person looking at the image while keeping the right amount of shading, lighting, color, empty space, perspective, and the thin line of objects to keep it realistic. Not to mention for people who don’t pay attention will walk straight into a wall thinking there is empty space. I hope to be able to put a sheet of paper over my classroom door and sketch the inside of the room, of course before I do any of that I am going to practice the artistic skills I mentioned earlier. Please leave a comment with some of your ideas of what I should draw an illusion of. I will take a picture and post in on my next blog. Remember to think about the view like looking at a hole through the floor or ceiling. Realistic illusions is my genius hour project all to create a false image to trick the human brain about the image right in front of it.
My spring break was terrible, since my parents are divorced and I live with my mom, I had to visit my dad for a week. He has remarried and my family on my dad’s side is extremely abusive physically and mentally. Imagine them as a bee hive and the queen is my grandmother. When I was seven me and my mom were going to one of my baseball games, but my mom also had to return some furniture to my aunt, so she left the furniture outside under the roof. While it was under the roof it was protected from any possible rain. My grandma just arrived and she seemed angry, my mom told me to get in the car and once I was in Grandma was banging on the window calling my mom a “bitch” and after a while she looked at me with a smile and asked me to roll down the window. I was seven and I was three years ahead of my class so I felt insulted that she thought she could trick me like that, so moved away with utter terror on my face. My grandma is now constantly trying to brainwash me saying she never did or said any of that, but no one can ever forget the fear on their mother’s face. My grandma is afraid of me because I am the only one, other than my brother and sister, immune to her brain wash and we have cousins that will listen to whatever we say. That is all I can think about when I think of my dad’s side of the family, the hive.