Today I painted another board. At the moment, there are eighteen plain boards to go in my attic. On one side of the new board there is a simple geometric composition from Lascaux, which I recently found in the literature on cave art. It looks like a simple two-by-three window with a slight complication—one windowpane is further divided into two halves. The other side, which I take to be the front, looks like a face with black crosses for eyes and a long red line for a mouth. It can be construed as the face of a clown, but it also looks like a kid drawing of someone in a coma. Or someone utterly lost—a drunk or a drug addict. Adieu Lascaux, that is. Although I never give titles to my paintings, this board kind of has it. My first, as it were. And quite likely my last.