Kenny Cole

A hysterical sweaty horse whose fore leg and head is caught and framed within the square format of the scene appears to have been spooked and is on the rampage. Smoke billows from his nostrils, eyes and mouth, and it has barred its teeth as some kind of instinctive response to the chaos that surrounds. At the very edge of the picture plane on the right a nude “pole fitness” figure provides an asymmetric decorative border design that has been bisected vertically down the candy cane pole’s axis. Mountainous stacks of green cash are piled high in the near distance within the smoke and brimstone and broken or snapped flagpoles that surround them. It is as if a dysfunctional society bred on patriotism, capitalism and sexual exploitation had suddenly, instinctively and regretfully become revealed to humanity’s earliest form of advanced domestication, the horse.