I was thinking about how the world looks differently at every stage of life, from inception to old age. How your viewpoint changes, how your demeanor towards fate changes... It's not an admonition, but just observation, at how one's viewpoint evolves through age. This started out solely as watercolor, but then I added oil and ink.
My sleep habits are off, and no matter how hard I tried last night, I could NOT get to sleep. Up I got, watched some Jean-Paul Belmondo, and sketched him out in charcoal until suddenly it was 3:30 a.m.
I added some paint to the background today, but decided to leave him in sketch form. Somehow that just seemed right to me.