During moments of pauses in time at my day job, my hands instinctively search for any little blank piece of cardboard or margin of paper invoice; something to doodle on. I draw over and over, and place each scrap in my bag for transport home at the end of the day, many no larger than two inches long, by just a half inch wide. (Recently, I even drew people on those red dot stickers which you buy in the office supply store; the half inch ones.) I don’t care; give it to me, pass me that pen, (don’t throw that away!) I need to draw. Eventually, the doodles of people, odd characters, make-believe and real animals make it out of the bottom of my bag to my Epson scanner and become digital files then stored in folders on my computer. The intention is that it will be used later in some digital art piece, but some never make it. Nevertheless, that fact doesn’t seem to have any effect on the continuation of this process. Just something I must do.