I just painted another board. On one side there is a composition that looks like something I would have painted in the mid-Nineties. Parallel lines. Six horizontal ones and three vertical ones side by side. White on black, although it is hard to tell which way around the two actually go. A tad awkward, to say the least. Anyone looking at all the boards exhibited in my house would thus mistake it for a pretty old one. Which is precisely why it gives me quite a kick right now. A board rediscovered, as it were. To help confuse the make-believe visitor, and an art aficionado to boot, I put a Malevich of sorts on the other side. Well, a Bon-Malevich, to be a bit more precise. It would place the board in the mid-Nineties quite exactly. Ah, what a fiend I can be on occasion!

Addendum (April 1, 2012)

The new painting has ended up in the Malevich corner of my livingroom. There are only six boards in that corner, but it is rather distinct. And the new board fits it very well. But I wonder what will happen with the three unpainted boards that are still waiting in the attic. I would like to stretch this project as much as I could, hopefully into my early seventies, but the last board is likely to be painted within the next few years. Yesterday I acted on a mere whim, and it is hard to tell if and when I will succumb to it again. One way or another, I am very much aware of the three remaining boards. They are beckoning from their corner in the attic. If only I could be sure that they will not be painted in vain!