This will be a redo of a poorly executed attempt from when I was first getting my profanity up on its legs. I don’t even have a photograph of the original.

It’s a clever idea, I just wasn’t killing it yet back in 2010, living alone in San Antonio, making art furiously for my first solo show back in Louisville, as I spent most of my time binge watching Lost and 24 and other shows I had never bothered watching. I can take this up with my present techniques and improved illustrating.

It’s all properly symmetrical and made up of simple layered shapes that can be cut out and stacked on a wall…outside the arbitrary rectangle I had them in before.

Keep digging, WOODCOCK 🪏

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After a long exile in South Texas climbing out of a nihilistic funk, Otis Woodcock has found his way back to the open skies and quiet horizons of the American prairie. Having earned an MFA from Miami University, Ohio, he left his ancestral home in southern Indiana, spending the last three decades between Louisville, Kentucky, and San Antonio, Texas, developing his Iconoclasmatic Pop Art™ practice. On this journey, an anxious recovering Catholic and cancer survivor gradually evolved into the optimistic existentialist whose work is less interested in providing answers than in questioning certainty. Today, Woodcock lives and works where the seasonal rhythms and expansive landscapes of the Midwest serve as the backdrop for an ongoing exploration of belief systems, cultural inheritance, and the subtle poetry of ordinary things.

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