Like a patient etherised upon a table...

I was at the doctor's office. Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting... Lying there with no clothes but with a camera, the inevitable happens. Do you think that the patterns of the lights and window approach modern art a la Sol Lewitt? Minimalist and conceptual? Do you think that the ceiling tile above looks like it was decorated by an obsessive compulsive artist with a push pin who's also mashing in the wings of insects?