Ever feel like you had some unfinished business?  The original ‘Story of Man’ was done in the heat of battle in 1968.  Moving out to Oakland California with two years of art school and the thought that this new adventure had a perceivable outcome.  After all it was the sixties and looking back on the road behind was only boredom.  No concrete plans but it was John Lennon who said that life is what happens when you’re doing other things.  After a brief conversation with the department head I was leaving the structure that could have possibly guided me on the road of success.  But now looking at people who traveled that road and entered that respectable career of teaching and a secure life of house payments.  Don’t get me wrong, security is a good thing but on a battle field one doesn’t really think about the story as much as survival.  Well back to the painting that opened the door of memories and a feeling on something unsaid about a few interesting chapters of the story.  But that story is all in the imagery.  A face of a creature but of separate disconnected parts, a smile and over one in a choke hold. A strange woman like creature being perceived as a softer image. Behind her a creature built of other parts and above her the something flying maybe escaping in flight thru a hole to a safety.  Most importantly it’s all the different colors that somehow entice the mind to explore the imagery even deeper.  But as in any story, none of this matters unless the parts have some kind of reference to possibly a journey.  For most good stories reference a journey you see.