I look into the future and I see myself at age 99—an old man sitting with many cats in a big room. The room is painted a severe bright white. I have made my home into an art museum.
There are large paintings minimally tiling the sheer vast walls. Pedestals dot the room on which sculptures of every kind are exhibited. Larger, more unwieldy pieces are set free to rest upon the floor. I sit with cats and stare at the beautiful fruits of man’s imagination.
