The daily dose of art THE DOT- Maybe more nonsense than art

What is a soul to do in those last few hours of a midnight shift in the ER?  The treatment rooms are empty and there is one patient in x-ray, so sleep in not an option.  For  me the answer was the small sketchbook that never left my side. 

It may not be art, but is was the art of surviving.

The daily dose of art, a.k.a. NONSENSE. THE MIGHTY DOT

I don't know whether to be amazed or embarrassed by the amount of "mind-time" I once spent on that mundane mark we make on paper called the "dot".  Maybe simple minds only require simple things to keep them occupied.

Here are my efforts to capture the incredible range of dothood:

Nonsense in...nonsense out

DOTS...DOTS...AND MORE DOTS

Don't even think of asking why! As big John said, sometimes "a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do". In my case, it was being consumed by dots during the wee hours of the morning on the midnight shifts in the ER. That was a long time ago, and I can no longer remember how it began. What I do remember was the delight I experienced every time I came up with a new "application" for the dot.