Iced Uncertain Tea painting with imagery that are meant to help remove doubt through luck, chance, and prediction...with a fortune teller enjoying a large cup of San Antonio's favorite Bill Miller Ice Tea.

Iced Uncertain Tea

WOODCOCK on September 4, 2026

05/2026 — 50″ x 48″

Acrylic on used fence pickets

$2400

Uncertainty is uncomfortable. That’s probably why we’ve invented so many ways to negotiate with it.

Tarot cards. Lucky coins. Tea leaves. Fortune tellers. Horoscopes. We don’t necessarily expect them to predict the future—we just hope they’ll make uncertainty a little easier to live with.

Iced Uncertain Tea imagines that search for certainty with an oversized Bill Miller iced tea—a San Antonio favorite—because the refreshment of sweet tea on a sweltering Texas day is one thing that’s never in doubt.

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.

Barbecue and the Burden of Being painting of a weary bbq chef weighed down by the tug of war between the aversion to killing and the need to eat. The spirits of the animals he cooks occupy his subconscious as he tries to cook his dinner.

Barbecue and the burden of being

WOODCOCK on September 4, 2026

05/2026 — 27.5″ x 30″

Acrylic on used fence pickets

$950

Barbecue is a celebration. Smoke in the air, friends in the backyard, cold drinks, and something delicious on the grill.

It occurred to me one day that every barbecue is also a small memorial service. The pig, the chicken, and the cow are all invited, just not in the way they’d hoped.

We didn’t design this system, but we participate in it every day. Life survives by consuming life. Somewhere between gratitude and appetite sits the strange emotional burden of being an omnivore.

Existential Malaise and Pizza Buffets, a contemporary painting of an exhausted mother and two unhappy children posed like a devotional icon behind three pizzas, with angel and devil cherubs.

Existential Malaise and Pizza Buffets

WOODCOCK on July 28, 2026

05/2026 — 30″ x 33″

Acrylic on used fence pickets

$950

Gold rays. A halo. Cherubs. Symmetry. Instead of saints, we get an exhausted mother and her awful children. Not even pizza can cure their doldrums. One has to wonder what the evolutionary benefit there is in how we keep inventing small rituals—pizza, birthday candles, buffets, paper hats—to convince ourselves that today is different from every other Tuesday.

The painting eventually became the title piece for a collaborative exhibition with Anthony the Poet, where we paired existential dread with celebratory foods. Naturally, the opening featured an actual pizza buffet.