We Were All Just Abstractions With Names

Roger is sad, Benvenito is a raucous guy, Pamela fulfills a job at the bank. Somebody like Foucault or Jung might say something like, To name a person is to kill them--to betray them--because it differentiates and alienates them from the great unifying energy-field in which we are all just temporary batteries, honking and lane-hogging cisterns of energy. Fortunately, college is over, and no one talks this way any more. I think this one has pretty colors. 6” x 6” oil pens on bright white gesso hardboard.