The Woodheads began as a portrait series of friends. It then became a series of sad self portraits, as they were mutilated, dried, and carved. The new series is a two part that depicts my friends, and another that depicts the darker side of society that I have learned to avoid. This is the darker one. The box world is filled with a square headed, blind, armless, mold of creatures that are trapped inside of another box. Some grow eyes, and they always seem to creep up toward the light, if not just to see what’s outside.