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Depending on how she looked at it the mural changed what it depicted. Using the concept of perceptual organisation to focus on them she found four heraldic representations in the painting. An unfocused view showed a mesmerising collage of colour that drew one's gaze even if they had no appreciation of art. Only then was the first device apparent.
Rose was suspended in nothing midway between the floor and ceiling so she had a closer look at the ceiling spanning mural than normal. It had taken her looking away and back to note the third image. With that she had seen the idea behind the concept which had made it easier to find the remaining two.
The mural was in eight colours, four of which outlined the different heraldic devices leaving the remaining four to detail them with splashes of the outlining colour. Thus making two colours the foreground enabled one to view a different device.
It was an intricate piece of work. The work of a master and like nothing she had ever seen before. An unusual perceptive ability would be necessary to paint something like this. An ability she would have called impossible were she not looking at the result. As she could see the brush strokes she knew it was a painting and not a computer generated image.
Unlike most of the heraldic devices she had seen, all the animals were affronté. The first she had noted was the segreant dragon outlined in silver with blue detailing. Its piercing blue eyes searing into the observer, uncannily following them. Lethal beauty detailed in simplistic lines that produced grandeur.
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Then a rising Phoenix in red and metallic white detailing cawing its fury as its shinning white eyes shot its defiance. Though its wings were again etched in simple, elegant strokes the painter had captured the essence of their fiery aspect such that in focusing on it she could feel phantom heat.
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