This is called "Jockey". It's from 1909 and is by Max Jacob. Something about it caught my attention. They're everywhere, these little scraps of creativity set down on paper or put to music from every era and every corner of the globe waiting for us to find them. It's not rendered in a lot of detail but the feeling it conveys seems very specific.  I can kind of smell the mud being trampled under the horse's hooves and sense the effortless control the jockey exerts over a horse he knows well. Spectators huddle and murmer out of frame. Mostly it catches my attention and holds it though, because it eludes capture. I can't really articulate what it is that makes it endure in the memory. Others might sweep right past it in a museum seeing just a splotch of ill-defined colour. But that's the beauty of it I guess. And the risk - that a deeply felt viewpoint will be ignored.