Is it me, or is today all about the fart jokes? What will that make tomorrow? Can I get away with…never mind. Let’s assume, for assuming’s sake, that the clouds coming from the bull-like bull’s posterior is the customary cloud of dust stirred up by someone or something running at you very fast, and that the fact that the bull bull has pinned the bull man to the wall by his buttocks is the artist’s way of not getting to gory (get it? gore-y?) with the blood and everything. That second part might be right, but the first part? Not so lucky.