This is a fallen horse, something derived from childhood collections of race photos in which steeplechasers crash upsidedown over Grand National fences, or Westerns with horses inevitably spiralling and falling into the dust. The image is poignant, tragic, and sometimes funny. It takes the traditional, glorified horse, and turns it on its head. It is a monument opended, and also a figurative idea made abstract, in the sense that the conventional outline is unrecognizable.