There is no why and what of it. It's just there and it's best to leave them just as and carry on with your life, because if you try to make sense out of them chances are that your brains might scramble and never unscramble.
Case in point:
This is a wall of a private room of a wine restaurant. This restaurant only and only serves wine of all sorts and food is prepared on request..and in this private chamber is this wall that's covered in a Victorian painting of sorts, which isn't very good and mostly looks computer generated, framed in a sort of antique looking frame which fails miserably at looking antique.
If you look closely, you can see a picture of Confucius, a Saddam Hussain bust and a China vase topped with a dried squash/pumpkin?
I mean why, and then again why not? No one else apart from me looks confused. No one apart from me even cares about the disastrous oxymoronic cultural mashup of this interior decor..so what do I care? People are praising this pretty room and so am I. Drinking wheat tea, cracking pumpkin seeds with my canines, all I can do is write about it and snigger a bit under my breath.
