When you lie down on large cushions on the wooden floor of my livingroom, which doubles as the main attraction of Ca’ Bon Gallery, you realize it is most appropriate for the exhibition of my abstract paintings. Its ceiling is an entoptic form, that is. Roughly eight meters in length and four in breadth, it has twelve wooden beams running parallel to the shorter side of the ceiling. Like all the other wooden surfaces in the house, the roughly-hewn beams are painted gray. The ceiling itself is white, as are the walls. Various patterns composed of parallel lines are everywhere on my paintings. The ceiling that cave artists of old could only dream about. And direct access to the sky!

Addendum (October 17, 2018)

Not surprisingly, my livingroom ceiling ended up among my paintings less than a year after this piece was penned. As a matter of fact, it was the fourth painting I came up with after my move to Motovun. Since it had to fit into the grid emblematic of all the entoptic paintings from this period, there are only seven parallel lines in it rather than twelve. But the likeness is still unmistakable, which makes the painting yet another of my many jokes on abstraction. So many years later, I love to stare at it, and especially while I am lying on the floor near the fireplace. Now I stare at the ceiling, and now at the painting. Soon enough, the sky is mine. All mine.