Staring at Art

When you stare at a statue or a painting for long enough, like, without blinking, it will appear to move of its own accord. Two to three minutes is usually long enough for beginners.
Statues of people will look back at you and expressions will come over their face and you will freak yourself out.
Security staff at museums are not well-schooled in the art of statue staring and may try to quickly usher you out of the building so you have to be discreet about it.

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