I can't look at this one for a number of reasons, the main one being daddy issues. For some reason that clown-like character reminds me a lot of my father, watching me with dangerous eyes, looking for some way to harm me. And he can if he wants to, it's not like my mother could fend him off. But for some reason he hasn't yet. He's waiting.
Roerich's "The Builder," one of my all-time favourites. Roerich escaped Russia before the Bolshevik revolution, knowing that it would come, and he, being wealthy, would be fucked. Moved to India, and became a Buddhist leader in a small village, painting for the rest of his life, raising his family with his wife until his death.
His paintings evoke this sense of peace and tranquility in work. The characters are not troubled that they have to labour everyday, or the fact that they (at least seem) to be in exile, like Roerich. Their jobs are their source of peace, something stable and necessary, unquestioned, pursued everyday.
I also really like the colours.
Semi-interesting: I went to Roerich's art gallery in New York and a couple of clues had me thinking that the old Russian guy who owned the gallery might have been Roerich's grandson, or relative of some kind.