A personal anecdote: When I was a child of about 6 years old we lived in a normal, VERY NORMAL house... without any luxury, but my father had some unusual decorations. I clearly remember spending many days and weeks watching the “Saltimbanquis Family”… it was so strange to see that desolate landscape, with those strange figures, that very fat red man, the first figure with that strange back… and much less time looking at the painting “Red Ball”, I also remember playing many afternoons with a series of miniature sculptures of ancient Greek athletes that my parents had in the living room. What nice memories!