Around 1984 I made a large collage in the empty room of my older brother. All the drawings I made as a child and still had in 1984 were torn apart glued on a piece of brown paper.
I kept this piece for a while, but eventually burned it one evening in my fireplace. 101 is of course just a symbolic number. I probably made much more drawings as a child. Making lot's of drawings or images, keeping them for a while and then destroying them all at once to make something new, is a recurrent theme. Everything is falling apart by default. Nothing lasts forever. This site is also a temporary collage. One day it will disappear offline.
