Jan Brueghel the Elder‘s Allegory of Sight and Smell:
I think of this like a little Noah’s Ark, conserving bits of a culture’s memory. The incredible indulgence of this; but I imagine a corner of whatever heaven is looking something like this. Each canvas a place where you can live a thousand lifetimes. It’s common enough to hear that art makes one feel “transported,” and that seems to apply here almost literally, moving through each canvas as if they’re little portals into other places and times.