I closed my eyes yesterday, and this vision came to my mind. I decided to sketch it and make a brief statement of what it expresses and means to me.  An old man is sitting on his front porch steps holding a walking stick and looking down at the ground.  He is contemplating how he has spent his life, what challenges and struggles he has overcome and had to deal with, successes as well as failures.  He appears lonely, as if his life was spent without purpose and without quality relationships.  Sad.

My goal is to be able to draw better, especially joints like arms, hands and feet.  I intend to redraw this man with more focus on this type of skill.  Pulling stuff out of my head is a stretch for me.  This whole idea of the picture in my head making it down to the paper was a new concept for me as well as my written words to accompany it.  But I really enjoyed doing it, and what it could perhaps mean to someone who actually puts themselves in the old man's shoes, either already aged, or someone in their youth with a whole lifetime ahead of them.  Contemplative picture, hoping to speak to someone regarding their own life's journey.