I was born in 1941. My earliest memory goes back to age seven, and I remember the fascination with the fact that years were counted. At that time the year 2000, was beyond imagination.

Later when I envisioned the year 2000, it was so distant that it hardly mattered, and as a reality, beyond grasp. Now, when reality is at hand we do not all agree on the timing. Looking back, the time which has passed is like a flash. How swift was the passage of years.

During the year 2000, I shall consciously pass each day, by

painting/making a picture for that day and file it in my book of daily images.

The book is round and the leaves are tied together with wooden pins, each day passing a leaf in the book.

I intend to place the book daily on the internet.

I was born in 1941. My earliest memory goes back to age seven, and I remember the fascination with the fact that years were counted. At that time the year 2000, was beyond imagination.

Later when I envisioned the year 2000, it was so distant that it hardly mattered, and as a reality, beyond grasp. Now, when reality is at hand we do not all agree on the timing. Looking back, the time which has passed is like a flash. How swift was the passage of years.

During the year 2000, I shall consciously pass each day, by painting/making a picture for that day

and file it in my book of daily images.

The book is round and the leaves are tied together with wooden pins, each day passing a leaf in the book.

I intend to place the book daily on the internet.