An Impossible Task?

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What a hectic week it has been since the return from christmas break though even then the creative within me refused to allow me 'time-out) and continued to wake me at the dead of night with some direction, painting, idea or other such intrusion.



One such thought was that perhaps I had exceeded my own abilities in the establishment of the onemillion project, it was 3am when all were at rest and I suddenly awoke from a dream that saw a million small insects marching over the hill, I had never seen a million of anything in my life and, as soon as I awoke, I realised the enormity of the task I had set myself, to find one million individuals willing to grant me a personal moan which is waht I was asking for.



In an attempt to break this number down I decided that perhaps I should not concentrate upon a million moans, groans and comments of discontent alone and should seek out the positives aswell, that being said I settled back to sleep tho that was not forthcoming forcing me from my bed to do the maths.



In essence I have to find in the region of 1900 people per week to reach the million, even while seeking positive comments as well as the negative it is still a monstrous task to undertake but undertake it I will in the hope that it may still be achievable but, for sure, not without establishing another way of reaching one million willing participants.



Nothing ventured nothing gained as they say.



I set out to 'plunder' the network that is known as Facebook, the social networking site that boasts in the region of 19million members, after day three of week one I have increased my 'friends list' from my own 20 friends and family to over 120 now though the amount of work that this entails is phenominal, even with 120 contacts I have still only managed to get two comments for my instalation, onward, onward, onward.

through this process of searching out potential sources of input I have also renewed an interest in F1 racing, an interest that, although not of my own, has been brought to me on so many other occasions over the past 15 years through friends of mine who had interests in that direction.

on those earlier occasions I could see no use for that direction in my life, the thought of attending silverstone was not congenial to my dislike of large crowds and 'little cars' somewhere in the distance of my vision, I even once found myself sitting on the outside of a fence somewhere in Belgium with a grandstand view of the moters racing past me only a matter of feet from where I sat in the dense bushes but the interest was satisfied and abandoned in a matter of 15 minutes with thoughts that there was still much of the world to see.

Now however I find that there exists a passion that seems unbridled amongst its followers, more than anything I have come across for a long time, I find the energy and colour of the entire environment as magnetic as any landscape that has captivated me in the past, where it will lead, what I shall create as a result of this new found source of inspiration I have yet to imagine and can only look forward to what, if anything, unfolds from it all but, the seed, as they say, has been sown.
Thankyou to the contributors!
Post Script.
Well, it is 0102 and my attempt to glean contacts through facebook has brought me a warning that if i continue then they will terminate my membership for harrassing people........ that is a terrible blow to my plans at this stage and now an alternative must be found, either that or I shall have to put my exhibition date back 100 years and be less enthusiastic about the number of people that I contact in a single session, !!!!! !! Perhaps I should now consider and investigate setting up my own social network site then I cant be banned!

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