“Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life” — Oscar Wilde in an 1889 essay.

In the avalanche of outrage and imagery pouring out of Minneapolis in the aftermath of the killing of Renee Nicole Good by ICE agent Jonathan Ross, one scene stood out to me, but not for reasons related to Good’s horrific shooting.

A video shows dozens of Minneapolis citizens sliding down an icy slope to join scores of other protestors on the far side of a wintry landscape.

Where had I seen this before?

I snagged a freeze-frame, and it took only minutes to recall.

The sweeping winter landscapes of Dutch artist Pieter Breugel (or Breughel) the Elder (1525-1569).

Breugel began by emulating the phantasmagorical art of Hieronymus Bosch — all those fiery and torturous hellscapes that lead up to the fantastical bucholia of Bosch’s most famous work, “The Garden of Earthly Delights.”

Eventually, Breugel segued into sweeping landscapes and intimate town and culture studies, often featuring the peasantry at work and play.

He might today be a lesser-known artist were it not for his eponymously named son, Pieter Breugel the Younger. Even though the father died when Pieter was just a child, the son spent a lifetime reproducing his father’s paintings and sometimes emulating the father’s style in his original art.

This winter scene (above) was originally painted by the father, titled “Winter Landscape with a Bird Trap.” This is a copy by the son, noticeably improved in color and detail, though otherwise identical. Breugel the Younger’s studio of artisans produced about 25 copies, I’m told.

In scope and substance, the modern image from Minneapolis and 16th-century Dutch painting seem irrevocably linked.

There is another Bruegel painting that gives me chills when I see it today. It is called “Massacre of the Innocents.” Again, it is a Breugel the Elder original, often copied by his son.

In it, I can see an eerie foretelling of Trump and his gray-mounted ICE goons are working up to with their provocative show-of-force thuggery, their murderous bullying, and kidnapping of innocent people. City-by-city, they storm in and spread chaos, seemingly for the sake of chaos.

They want a provocation so clear that martial law can be called, and their lethal jackbooted behavior will find its sham justifications. It is the only way they can take the country for their own.

They want a massacre.

For once, I pray that life will not imitate art.