Studies Say Only 1% Of People Can Find The Animal In This Picture. Can You?

There’s an image that has recently gone viral because apparently, only 1% of people can find the animal in this picture. Can you?

Well, our brains are definitely hurting now so we might have to come back to that one later.

Ever heard of the McCollough effect? It’s this weird trick of the mind where, after staring at a colored grating (alternating lines), your brain starts to see a pinkish tinge or other colors when looking at black-and-white lines.

It’s said that to trigger the effect, you simply stare at the center of two colored “induction images” for several minutes or more, switching back and forth repeatedly. It works best with green or red lines. Then, when you look at vertical black-and-white lines, you’ll find it appears red, green, or pinkish in places.

Tilting your head 90 degrees may lessen or enhance it. In fact, rotating the induction images and staring at them again may actually reverse the effect. The longer you stare at the original induction images, the longer it’ll last – for hours, days, or even a few months in some cases.

But is that actually true, and what’s causing it if so?
The effect is named after its discoverer, US psychologist Celeste McCollough Howard. She was the first person to ever find a so-called “contingent aftereffect”, which is an illusion that affects your brain for an extended period of time.

Over the years, there have been a number of studies done on the effect. Back in 1975, two researchers tested five groups of 16 people and, amazingly, one of the groups showed no lessening of the effect after five days. In fact, the effect remained better than half strength for four groups up to 2,040 hours later – or almost three months.

You can test the effect for yourself, with the images below. Note, there is a chance it can affect your vision for a while – although it only really gets triggered when you see vertical or horizontal lines afterwards. For the most part, it appears to be harmless. Up to you.

So, what’s causing it? Well, there has been some debate about that. There are three main lines of thought, one being that is has something to do with neurons in your visual cortex. Another is that your brain tries to color-correct the world and gets a bit stuck, while a third is that it’s a sort of withdrawal symptom, in this case an absence of color.

There was a particularly interesting study done on it back in 1995. Researchers then examined a single patient, one who had experienced significant brain damage. According to the researchers, he was “able to see color but little else”.

After showing him red-and-green gratings (although he was not really able to notice the gratings), the patient still reported that the effect worked when using a black-and-white grating after. The researchers concluded that the effect thus was probably occurring within the visual cortex, or somewhere between the eye and the brain.

A thesis submitted by Julien Ciroux to Edinburgh University agreed with this. He wrote that “the processing mechanisms involved in the ME [McCollough effect] are mostly located in the primary visual cortex, even if the change in this early area of the visual system drives subsequent modification in the activity pattern of higher cortical areas.”

Some studies have looked into just how prevalent the effect is. One way back in 1969 found that various stripes colored red and green produced the after-effects. Weirdly, it found that if your induction image was green, then you’d see red colors on vertical grates and green colors on horizontal grates. If a red induction image was used, then those colors reversed.

These are the two induction images that can trigger the effect, if you alternate between staring at their centers for a few minutes. Fredifortakeoff/Wikimedia

What’s weirder, it was only green and red that worked. “Colors near pure blue and pure yellow, which had little red or green content, produced weak aftereffects,” the study noted.. As far as we can tell, there isn’t a good explanation for why red and green are so good at producing the effect compared to others.

As for the grating thing? Well, that might be due to neurons in your visual cortex responding more strongly to their “preferred orientation and spatial frequency,” according to another study. It even suggested a rather interesting theory, that the JPEG image format used “plaid-like” (chequered) patterns, which are basically two gratings overlaid on each other.

Then if you look at this image, it should appear red or green in parts, or even pinkish. Android Mouse/Wikimedia

And that’s kind of where we are now. It looks very much like the visual cortex is doing something, with your brain being tricked in one way or another. The exact mechanics behind it, though, are not completely understood. However, it does look like it’s very much a trick of the brain, and not a problem with our eyes themselves.

It’s also a good reminder that our brains are easily fooled, such as struggling to tell lines are parallel or being confused by concentric circles. Brains are weird, huh?

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