One day recently I sat down with this journal and just started adding blocks of color in a variety of quadrilateral forms. I had no idea where I was headed but somehow I was propelled in a way that often comes to me.....just moving forward. I was not spending too much time thinking but just pushing toward whatever thought came my way. Then I felt like writing and the writing brought back memories from when I was much younger. The rest just evolved with the final focal point of the young thinking man. He is a collage of several young men. Perhaps that is what is going to happen now that I am closing in on 65....trips down memory lane!