Our world (wide web) is flooded with images by the second. Our obsessive need to document every moment and insert it into archives such as The Instagram, only grows by the day. The result is overwhelming - millions of images, memories and thoughts accumulate from wide spans of time and space into a concentrated system. I was in my studio on a day much like any other, the sky was grey and clouds rolled in and people worked and stomachs growled. Your average day. I was thinking about Instagramming a picture I had taken a few hours ago, while picking out the little pebbles that had gotten lodged in the grooves on the soles of my boots. I looked at the little pile of pebbles that had accumulated on my desk, and I looked for long enough that they began to appear a metaphor for these innumerable moments we distill out of our lives and document as worthy to be immortalized. Perhaps there is some truth to this, perhaps it was the paint fumes.