The viewer is confronted and pursued by a picture snapping robot - the incarnation of an indiscriminate paparazzi. With infra red sensors it pursues its subjects relentlessly and when it considers the subject framed, it snaps an image and obligingly expels a portrait.
It is errant and strangely endearing, leaving a trail of temporal detritus in its wake.

The images produced by Stockman's robot are often close-ups and fragments of the subjects' bodies. Lacking the artificiality of controlled photography, they become a document of real time and unaltered interaction. The images are crude and the manipulation normally inherent in the mediated image is acknowledged by its absence.