2014 • 19.25″ x 28″
acrylic, spray paint on used fence pickets

There are urban chickens and their country cousins the free rangers. There must be some yuppie chickens out there too making a life in the suburbs too. I can’t imagine closely packed houses on postage stamp lots segmented off by warped, sun bleached privacy fences being home to chickens. The constant barking of the pit bulls next door would seem to really hurt egg production and the judgmental Christians, worrying more about their property value than their immortal souls, would surely be shooting daggers from their eyes. But this is happening, I hear. Whatever.

This is from a series created from imagery derived solely from pictographs found in my collection of wingding and dingbat computer fonts.

Starting from a large selection of these symbols and shapes I made associations and pairings to match preconceived ideas or allowing them to inspire their own themes.

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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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