I always wondered with these guys if they were in fact painting a version of toys in the attic. My grandparents had an attic and there was all kinds of chests and boxes filled with treasures that had absolutely nothing to do with each other, except that they had each been part of the timeline of their lives, extracted for a curious child to look at, smell, play with and put back. Going up there in summertime where it trapped the heat, the sensual textural nature of everything from a marionette my uncle had made to soft fur stoles with faint whiffs of long ago perfume and derby hats and coats was very different from anything I had ever experienced before or since.
PosePaintSki! and ˇVaya con Toys in the Attic!