I saw a connection to the enviscerated horses in the movies and the sofa cast aside - partially dismantled. There is something I find unsettling in the brash colour a synthetic fleshly pink mixed with the violent disgorging of springs and struts. Layers of fabric folded back like fat and skin. Struts as bones splintered. Left sprawled, undignified in the street.
Yet how is an old sofa a dead horse?
Sacrificed in its death for another.
Another roadside victim, like a roadkill fox cast to the curb.