This morning I helped install three battens for six of my boards in a stark Zagreb apartment featuring several Croatian abstract painters of renown. When it comes to abstract art, the country is far from a slouch, too. Excluding my own house in Motovun, since my departure from Reading I have seen my boards only in two gallery spaces, both in my town, as well. Outside England, this is the first private space where my boards have found a permanent home. How do I feel about the new installation, though? I am elated, I must say at once. And ever so slightly sorry for all the other painters whose work now shares the space with my own. Poor chaps, now they are overshadowed. Surpassed. Rendered obsolete, if I may say so myself. In fact, I cringe at the thought of any of them ever venturing into the fateful apartment right in the center of the Croatian capital. The humiliation!