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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Ontoy Chamoy (Where am I? Chamoy Bear) - a painting of a chamoy covered gummi bear unsure of his place in the universe.

Ontoy chamoy

WOODCOCK on September 15, 2026

05/2026 — 14″ x 12″

Acrylic on used fence pickets

$450

“Ontoy” is a playful contraction of the Mexican Spanish ¿Dónde estoy?—“Where am I?” Unfortunately, knowing how to ask the question doesn’t guarantee an answer. Sometimes you know exactly what you are and still have no idea what you’re doing here.

This little gummi bear confronts some of life’s more persistent questions: Where am I? How did I get here? What am I for? And why am I covered in chamoy?

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Cooked Cabbage and Emotional Baggage - a painting with a bowl full of cabbage and a suitcase full of trauma.

Cooked Cabbage and Emotional Baggage

WOODCOCK on September 15, 2026

05/2026 — 11″ x 12″

Acrylic on used fence pickets

$450

Everybody comes with baggage. Some of us just need a bigger suitcase.

We drag old heartbreaks, embarrassments, losses, grudges, fears, and assorted damage along with us, long after we’ve forgotten why we packed some of it in the first place.

Cooked Cabbage and Emotional Baggage pairs all that accumulated psychic freight with a nice warm bowl of cabbage, because sometimes a rhyme is reason enough to make a painting.

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Ennui Martini - painting of a bored drunk couple killing themselves slowly with booze served up by a charming devil bartender.

Ennui Martini

WOODCOCK on September 15, 2026

05/2026 — 33″ x 30″

Acrylic on used fence pickets

$950

Boredom is uncomfortable. Fortunately, we’ve invented cocktails.

Drinking has a remarkable ability to make an ordinary evening seem temporarily less ordinary. A little ceremony, a little conversation, a little chemical assistance—and suddenly there’s something to do.

Ennui Martini considers the peculiar bargain of drinking to escape boredom, when the thing making the evening more tolerable may also be quietly making everything else a little worse.

Raspas y Tristezas or "snow cones and sorrows" is a painting about the highs and lows of being a child. The joy of a snow cone and the tragic loss when it is dropped...and then there is the bees.

Raspas y Tristezas

WOODCOCK on September 4, 2026

05/2026 — 45″ x 48″

Acrylic on used fence pickets

$2400

Childhood has a remarkable way of turning ordinary moments into emotional extremes. A snow cone is pure joy. Until it’s dropped. Then the world is briefly over. And somewhere nearby, there are always bees waiting to complicate things.

Raspas y Tristezas (“Snow Cones and Sorrows”) grew out of conversations with Anthony the Poet about growing up in San Antonio. He introduced me to the neighborhood raspa man, along with the strangely vivid memories—both wonderful and tragic—that could be attached to something as simple as flavored ice.

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.

Tiempo Poco y Fideo Loco (Little Time and Fideo Loco) painting of an old man counting down the minutes to his death as he prepares to enjoy some doctored up vermicelli.

Tiempo Poco y Fideo Loco

WOODCOCK on July 26, 2026

05/2026 — 30″ x 22″

Acrylic on used fence pickets

$950

Time is short, but don’t rush your dinner.

Tiempo Poco y Fideo Loco grew out of my collaboration with San Antonio poet Anthony Flores for a series pairing existential fears with the traditional and celebratory foods that make being alive a little more enjoyable.

Fideo loco is a distinctly South Texas comfort food—a heartier relative of Mexican sopa de fideo, typically loaded with additions like ground beef, beans, and potatoes. Its humble ingredients and working-class roots have become part of what makes the dish so proudly San Antonio.

We’re all killing time until time kills us. Might as well have another bowl.

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