Mr. Woodcock’s works are revelations, materializations of a struggle with consciousness and otherness, in an Art-world where everything seems subjective he confronts our moral value perception with giant advertising bill boards of his own arse hole, or a supermarket shopping receipt that reads, “I DON’T BELONG HERE”, a sculpture where one single ant is made remarkable by absolute isolation, or a 16mm film that rolls a set of email correspondence between his studio and that of Science Ltd finally ending in a FUCK OFF from Damien Hirst himself.
“Maybe the role of an Artist is to be a nuisance?” Ex advertising creative Mr. Woodcock employs similar methodology in his practice but instead of selling hamburgers he repeatedly asks the same existential question again and again, delivering concepts that are hard to pin down at first, “I´m never sure if I´m more of an Artist, or more of a fool.” He isn’t afraid of the absurd, “Life is absurd, we live, we die, and that and the rest is unfathomable.”
Elf projector, 16mm loop.
One single ant, polystyrene and perspex.
Shit, underpants, 2011.
The Big Bang
Lambda print, outdoor advertising light-box.