Social networking sites can be harnessed into some sort massive marketing tool by self centered attention seeking creatives, like myself. But as a scissors and glue technological and social insect with little understanding of marketing or the interconnectedness of all things I only have a vague understanding and therefore not much inbuilt respect for such things as Twitter.... however I have developed very slowly an interest in all things Twitter - Margaret Atwood being my follower has been a significant ego boost. I'm sorry I don't always get the chance to read everything that everyone else tweets about as I always feel that I'm going to miss out on something amazing or something important (but not that amazing).
I decided that I would send my 100th follower a picture in the post - just a little one. I copied the idea off Islington Mill who gave their one billionth follower free tickets to some gig. I'm not really that bothered about how many followers I acquire - it's not like some sort of numbers game - I just like trimming off my thoughts, fears and other feelings into a concise 160 character sized space. So just to the right you'll see the picture I sent to Richard Crossan - I'm glad it's gone to someone because if it stayed with me it would have existed in a small and insignificant cupboard with tonnes of other forgotten experiments whilst in the home of a near stranger it's able to acquire it's own uniqueness and be a one of a kind tiny little curiosity made of photocopies biro and whiteboard marker pens in a 50p cream and gold frame from a charity shop.
It's called "Death Fissure" because it looks like pressed in and nullified tearing of dead light receptors (and I should know - my house is like Dead Light Receptor City)
