Artistic Underappreciation

How about this, weeks and weeks of asking people and pouring over maps and scouring the hillside for the only (as far as I know) prehistoric rock paintings in the valley located on a flat area above a rock shelter in an area with hundreds of rock shelters, and I came up with precisely nothing. One day after telling Le Breton about it, he bloody well goes and finds it. Amazing. Unfortunately we were both rather underwhelmed when we got up there to see them. The place is fantastic, quite suggestive, a rock shelf built up from underneath with a huge wall of stones and overlooked by a decent sized overhang of rock. But the paintings themselves, well, yes, not impressive. Apparently, according to those who saw them before pollution got to them,  they are composed of three grids, 11 human figures (seemingly holding hands) arranged in two rows, one arrow like figure (others have said it's a tree)  and two upside down human figures. All you can really see though are the grids. Impressive of course that they are still here after 6,000 years despite or maybe because of the disinterest of the authorities. They seem to be slowly getting covered by concretions on the left side of the paintings and of course it's impossible to tell if there are any under the build up but what is frustrating is that a minute intervention would easily have resolved the problem at practically zero cost. However, after my initial spitting of froth and venom at the authorities for not doing anything, I'm now pretty much convinced that it's much better they forget about them. Never once have the authorities ever done anything except fuck everything up and ruin what they come to save, so despite these things, as far as I am aware, being the oldest art in the valley let's hope they get forgotten so those with the patience to hunt them out and go and see them, like with the rock carvings, can continue to have the joy of discovery and see them in their original state and not covered disproportionate works in concrete and rebar.