Angst a la Mode - painting of a skull representing the brain damage of anxiety with the contents of the skull replace with ice cream complete with a spoon for easy enjoyment of the dairy treat.

Angst a la Mode

WOODCOCK on September 17, 2026

05/2026 — 13.5″ x 12″

Acrylic on used fence pickets

$450

Sometimes the problem with having a brain is having to live inside it.

Worry has a remarkable ability to feed itself. One thought becomes another, which becomes another, until you’ve worried about the original problem, every possible consequence, and several disasters that haven’t happened yet. Why don’t we replace the whole troublesome mess with a few scoops of ice cream?

If you’re going to lose your mind, you might as well have dessert.

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Frantic Cries and Frito Pies - a painting of a woman screaming in anguish over a bad of fritos preparados.

Frantic Cries and Frito Pies

WOODCOCK on September 15, 2026

05/2026 — 12″ x 7.5″

Acrylic on used fence pickets

$450

Some problems are bigger than snacks. There are moments when everything feels like too much. You cry. You scream. You assume the worst. Eventually you get hungry.

Frantic Cries and Frito Pies pairs overwhelming anguish with the modest consolation of Fritos preparados—a bag of corn chips loaded with cheese, chili, jalapeños, and whatever else might make things slightly more tolerable.

It probably won’t fix anything. But it is a Frito pie.

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Salty Snacks and Panic Attacks painting with a man overwhelmed by all the salty options to snack on.

Salty Snacks and Panic Attacks

WOODCOCK on September 4, 2026

05/2026 — 48″ x 52″

Acrylic on used fence pickets and dowel rods

$2400

The hardest choices aren’t between good and evil. They’re between things you enjoy and things you hope won’t kill you.

Somewhere along the way, ordinary decisions become strangely loaded. A bowl of pretzels. Another beer. Dessert. Just one handful.

The painting exaggerates that familiar calculation into a moment of paralysis, where every snack feels like a test and every indulgence carries the faint echo of future consequences.