Reminds me of a story:
When we were young, Dad was an art teacher at the local college. He loved abstract stuff, and about half of his art was abstract, and incomprehensible to us kids.
One night, when he was going to have some people over for wine, my brother and I knew that this always led to him showing everyone around the house on a tour of his paintings.
So my brother and I went into the living room beforehand, turned one of his abstracts upside down, and then also showed up during the art tour, giggling with anticipation, sure he would never notice.
But he did. He got to the painting and began describing it, while his guests stroked their chins and frowned with concentration. “I got the idea for this one at a park one evening, when… hold on a minute. This is upside down.” He righted it, glared at my brother and I, and continued on the tour.
Later, we asked him how he could have possibly known it was upside down, as to us it was just a mess of colors.
He pointed at it. “That’s the sun.”
I frowned and stroked my chin.