Many years ago my mortal coil nearly reached an untimely end as my VW beetle slammed into a cow on a lone country road steeped in heavy fog. The black beast hit the bonnet like a ton of bricks - make that two tons - hurled up into the air without so much as touching the windscreen before landing on the roof and then down the other side, ready for the abottoir.
So what's it got to do with this painting? Nothing really, except fog and a certain look of death averted. Ah yeah, and my dog in the backseat was OK, too. Two lucky bastards.