As you probably know, there are some folks out there diligent, creative, and delightfully obsessed enough to navigate intricately designed routes while toting GPS devices, resulting in what is known as “GPSart.”

I am far, far too haphazard and lacking in diligence for anything like that. To put an art hat on what I “do,” let’s call it Duchampian “Readymades,” i.e., found art. That sounds so much more organized and thought-out than the reality which is, “Scot wanders up and down streets, mostly residential.”

Here are my two latest masterpieces, with the NE Heights as “canvas.”

Gazing into these artworks, what deeper meanings and emotions are unwittingly evoked? What do they mean and how can I get an NEA grant to fund more and more bicycles for more and more of these art jaunts?

I’ll save you and the NEA some money and tell you what the above and other similar “artwork” left by recent Scot rides: I have lots of time on my hands. Not too much. Just enough. Enough to make what might be construed by someone on their second gummie as a reclining aardvark. The first one is maybe like a Mondrian if Mondrian wasn’t a genius and was as lazy as me.

I really am in awe of folks who stick with it enough to create and undertake GPSart from mapping to wander. Nevertheless, I am in more awe of a guy like Duchamp who found/stole a urinal and turned it into a artistic movement. ‘Ol Marcel was my kind of artist.