And yet there are certain small places where the above does not apply. Where one is drawn into the painting, falling in, and the amount of detail seems perfectly suited to the light, and in the shadows, the mind's eye sees all the rest. To experience this perfect rendering is to enter the reality of the painting, to sit on the ship and gaze around the quay in wonder. Someone has said the painting holds over 7000 human figures. I don't intend to try to name them all, but my guess is that perhaps a thousand are clearly seen, and the rest are implied. Of the clearly seen figures in the foreground, many are brilliant miniatures that, composed of almost nothing, still stand for real men. Somehow, you know that you could stand next to them and talk to them, even know their facial features in advance, though none of that is clearly seen-- you just feel it is all there.
Is it Jehovah or Marduk glaring from the descending blue cloud in the top left center of interest? Oh, it definitely is a face with roiling white eyes, a color of dark blue cloud unmatched anywhere else in the sky.