Looking at my paintings in my beloved’s apartment, I remembered my unpublished book about cave art. “Cave art now,” I said out loud. A moment later I started searching for the book’s title on the World Wide Web. It can be found on my two websites, but that is about all. Yet another among my many fruitless projects, the book has never found a proper reader, let alone a publisher. And this is how things are likely to remain. The many ties that bind the likes of Mondrian, Kandinsky, and Malevich, on the one hand, and the prehistoric shamans, on the other, are of no interest whatsoever. “Cave art when,” I said out loud once again after my disappointing search, which I cut short rather abruptly. A good question, no doubt. We are talking about a couple of thousand years at most. As for the ties that bind abstract art in all its forms, not even the posthistoric shamans will have a clue.