Monuments adorn the world. Monuments of all sizes. Some are large, extremely big, like the sphinx in Egypt. Most monuments however are more modest in size. They don't have to prove their greatness by means of over-dimensional size. They are just great. "Great thoughts come from the heart" wrote the French philosopher Luc de Clapier. This is true for horses too, at least for some few, very special ones.

A whole host of horse monuments exist, the history of art is full of them: The Parthenon frieze of Greek antiquity, the painting of count Anton Günther seated high upon the legendary horse Kranich; Napoleon, the fan of grey horses at Waterloo or Frederick the Great, who with the Brandenburg gate to his rear, looks towards the palace square Unter den Linden in Berlin. For the plethora of historical personalities, the horses are mere window dressing. What counts is the man in the saddle. Bygone days. Much has changed today however. The mighty personalities of the present will hardly have themselves immortalised on the back of a horse. Can you imagine Bill Clinton in bronze? He will probably be perpetuated for posterity as a cigar smoker or a jogger wearing Reebok gym shoes, perhaps with inflated nostrils - but that is undoubtedly the only parallel that can be drawn. Helmut Kohl moreover would for all intents and purposes be represented with a statesman like gesture rather than with the dynamism of a galloping horse. Nevertheless the current federal chancellor of Germany Gerhard Schröder is said to have a certain affinity to horses.

Yet even today, there are still sculptors casting statues in bronze. Statues of horses, with the difference to the past however that our hero has changed. No longer is it some ruler, general or adventurer who is the model, instead, the horse itself is reason enough for the statue. The horse is a monument. A living legend: that's Donnerhall.