Well, there you go.

He went to the shelf and pulled down a big white binder and began to leaf through the pages.

“I thought you wanted me to look at it,” I said.

“Ha ha. I have to find the right one. I want you to be able to see it. Not everybody can see the things in some of the paintings. Here. This one’s the one for you.” And he brought the book over to me.
The painting was like graphs and charts on top of strange psychedelic black-light posters from the head shop. Most of the page appeared to be covered in sine wave waveforms.  Some of the lines ran parallel for a few inches and then spread apart and some intersected with others and many of them coagulated into what appeared to me as a solid blot, so many lines intersected there. I was impressed with the fine detail, but overall I had the feeling that one of us in the room had been partying a bit too hard lately and spent all his spare time drawling lines on paper.

“Can you see it?”

“Well, yes. I mean, see what.”

“I thought this would be one for you. Maybe not.”

“This is very beautiful, man. You’ve obviously put lots of work in here. What exactly am I supposed to see?”

“Well, it’s like a map. Not really a map. Can’t you see it?” he asked.

“No.”

“Keep looking. Let me know where your eye wanders. When you find a spot that you are fixing on point it out and I’ll tell you about it.”

I kept looking at the painting and I did notice that I always wound up in the lower left quadrant, so after a minute or two, I pointed there.

“You do see it. You just don’t know what you’re looking at. But I figured that you would be able to see it on this one.”