Once greeted with frank incomprehension by the art-going public, Martin Creed has now become something of a British icon, beloved for his dry wit and self-deprecating persona. Give his downbeat, almost not-there-at-all conceptual works just a little time, and you may well find yourself laughing aloud, while remaining unsure of exactly what the joke is. In this case, Creed presents us with a life-sized fist mounted on a block: a simple trophy, though to what is left unstated. One might think of the iconic raised fist of “Black Power,” but also of more generalized acts of violence. Given Creed’s penchant for withering irony, maybe it is best to look at this blunt little object as a contradiction: a trophy that reminds us how misguided the notion of awarding merit can be.