Carol Wiebe

This title is not as delicious sounding as pheasant under glass, but the shapes, textures and colors of this composition were pleasing to my eye despite their humble origins. Debris Under Slats We have to look at our own inertia, insecurities, self-hate, fear that, in truth, we have nothing valuable to say. When your writing blooms out of the back of this garbage compost, it is very stable. You are not running from anything. You can have a sense of artistic security. If you a