Lost faces, spaces and places. An abstraction of what was, is, and could be made with clippings of a 1961 Post magazine, acrylic paint, and added texture. A city rests in the background, a women sitting soundly spacing out before the void. A solemn and perplexed man grips his pipe as the billows of smoke bleed into the night. The geese are migrating, and we are drowning. The face is America.