The art on display here is very interesting, if not a bit diss-associative. There are running narratives where Woodring speaks while he works. That's where the trouble starts. I was taught at an early age to take responsibility for the words I speak. Woodring is clearly just throwing out a rather lame stream of consciousness narrative that is almost certainly largely fiction. He is textbook proof that artists should be seen and not heard. He looks like a supervisor for janitors or a book keeper for a dive bar, and that is OK. I found his narrative to be mostly gibberish and clearly not to be taken at face value, so it was a surprise to see this drift towards less than honest revelations. As interesting as his art is, listening to him made me like it a lot less. I suggest watching the art show and putting the sound on mute and playing some nice music while you watch a talented artist tell lies and make up stories using ink and paper. He is very good at it.