You are correct. You can see the white along the top edges where they didn't select closely enough. But you're missing the deeper semiotics in play here. The only gallery that doesn't have a giant Billy Dee headlaunching in the foreground is the Dreams gallery. You see? Dreams, man.
The walrus is Paul.
That is to say, all of these galleries may only exist inside Billy Dee's head, but dreams must be even further contained within the Head of Billy Dee Williams™, dreams being what they are. Billy Dee's giant head apparently can exist in an area within itself, but cannot exist yet again within that further prescribed area. Despite his proven intergalactic powers, he can only generate one level of metahead. Unless he dreams of his own head, in which case all bets are off.
Your remarks are astute. Let us now take peyote and meditate on the great truths you have laid before us.
I hear Lando Calrissian settles for nothing short of the best in his peyote.
All I have is Dayquil. Will that do?
Works every time!
Hey, it was only a matter of time until someone said it.
So, I'll name drop. I've actually been at Billy Dee Williams' house. Two points. First, he's as modest and amiable a celebrity as you're likely to meet. Second, the art I saw looked OK. Although, I admit it was tough not to say "well, well, well, what have we here?" when I met him.