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When you are finally ushered into the boardroom by the nervous corporate attendant, you are surprised to discover that instead of a packed chamber crammed with inquisitive potential investors, there is only one.
In contrast to the grand pretensions of the corporate artwork and the myriad bizarre installations from the corridors outside, this room is adorned with only one small obscure painting.
It appears to be very old, set in a cracked and gnarled wooden frame, and likewise depicts an aged, bearded man, some mad and forgotten prophet of ancient tales, a hermit in robes sat contemplatively beside a tame lion.
As you approach, through some trick of light the colours of the painting seem to invert, and reveal an abstract, flaming explosion, a starburst of some form.
Then the colours coalesce and the image combines back again to the placid termperament of the old man sat beside his tame lion, once more just as calm and serene as before.
