Whoa, shades of Goya, or what?
I’d like to know the name of the place where guys like this set their figures. It appears to be the same planet inhabited by the subjects of every art study that’s ever been done – and a good deal of surrealism (grand master Salvador D. included). It’s very flat, full of people who practice cannabalism, don’t have to go to work (unless it’s some Sisyphean task), sleep on boxes that arise out of the planar surface of the planet, and who never have a happy moment without some sort of cruel irony attached. Double-you, tee, eff. What is this place?