Pothead is the second painting in the Earthlings series. The Earthling stands with a terracotta pot in place of its head, hands pressed to the sides, searching inside the structure for an identity that was never stored there. Plants do not grow from pots. They grow from the ground. But this figure does not know to look down.

Black bars cut across the canvas above the figure — redactions. The forgetting is not accidental. Someone decided what would be blacked out. A single rose grows from the earth beneath the pot, visible only because the structure was lifted. The truth of origin is always underneath.

The painting is about fog, altered perception, and the smoke screen of systems built to make you search in the wrong direction. The high is the ideology. The institution is the container. And what grows from the actual ground is what has been there all along.