How is “Instagram” even a word?

I’m on Instagram now.
My name is christineporterartist – I bet you didn’t see that one coming.

Perhaps you even went there from the link on the left hand side of this page.
It’s taken a while to learn how to drive it. But I think I’m getting the hang of the whole @hashtag thing.
It’s like learning a new language.
Who thinks up the names I wonder, for these worlds that reflect our world; are part of it but not quite real.
How is Instagram even a word for that matter, and how transient is this world it inhabits. It’s like being underwater. All shiny schools of fish swimming by, then gone. Sparkly images of other people’s lives that can be sorted, that lead you off into other directions to more collections of images telling even more stories of strangers you’ll never meet.

I’ve found some of my paintings on the sites of friends or random framers’ pages. How weird to see them in context but out of context too.
You will have seen them too. Not just from my page, but if you look at #shearingshed , #woolshed #shearingshedart #watercolour #ruralaustralia #christineporter and then scroll down, my story is there too amongst the smiling brides and drunken revellers and gourmet styled dinner shots.

Welcome to my world.