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ACROSS ACRES OF meadow deep in Maryland fox-hunting country under a late-summer sun, a horse and rider appear to trot up to a small copse. This is no quivering thoroughbred, but rather a life-size cardboard model, carried a bit unsteadily by two assistants. A wiry man in beat-up blue jeans and a black cap slouches closer to peer at the creature. He is the artist Charles Ray, and the mock-up is a facsimile of his 2014 sculpture Horse and Rider, depicting a hunched, aged version of himself astride a rundown nag. Today is the day Ray will pick the place where he will ride into eternity at this estate-cum–private museum,…