Last night I started another board. I finished it this morning. On one side I put something I spotted quite by chance on a tiled floor of a Motovun shop. Also tiled, it was a cover of an access to a utility duct of some kind. It immediately reminded me of one of my no-bullshit Mondrians, and I jotted it down in my notebook for possible use. It came out quite well, too. The last of my jokes on abstraction, I guess. Enough is enough. Which is why I put my own rendering of the first and last word, “Aum,” on the other side of the board. Quite stark, the ancient Indian symbol is a joy to behold. The five boards that are still waiting in the attic will be used sparingly over the next five years or so. An abstract realist to boot, I will consider reality only at its most abstract. Nay, transcendent.