Carol Wiebe

What do you see in a blade of grass? Walt Whitman  saw “no less than the journey-work of the stars.” I see bursts of light, the very light that runs through and joins all of creation, including you and me. Burst That’s how yesterday’s grass became today’s burst. #stars #grass #fathom #burst #WaltWhitman #journey #CWWOL20120517

I snapped this pic as I was going in to work. Those shadows of the grass on the concrete emphasize the long, spiky blades and create a pattern all their own. There are so many textures here: the smooth plants, the crumbling dirt, the pitted concrete, the little bits of organic matter (or remnants of an old cigarette butt). The wet cement as opposed to the dry also produces different shades of gray, and that jewel of green strokes, with sunlight glinting off of them, sparkles.

My cardboard photo afforded wonderful opportunities to create new designs. Those stains, the corrugations in the cardboard, and bits of grass on either side, formed design combinations that my aesthetic sense interpreted as lovely. Here are four of them: Stained Cardboard Design 1 Stained Cardboard Design 2 Stained Cardboard Design 3 Stained Cardboard Design 4 #CWWOL20110503b #grass #corrugations #CWWOL20110503a #CWWOL20110503d #cardboard #aestheticsense #stains #CWWOL2011050

I love that word, eschew. Sounds like a sneeze, but means so much more in terms of letting go. I interpret it as standing my own ground, embracing what I believe in, having the guts to go my own way. Maybe it’s my birthday yesterday, maybe it’s getting ever closer to my sixth decade, maybe it’s a glimmer in the air, but I feel a deep welling inside to just GO FOR IT as far as my art is concerned. What does that mean? Following my impulses with gusto: stepping on the gas and i

House of Grass ~ by Carol Wiebe We live in a house of grass: it grows and quickly fades to nothing. But the spirit within simply finds a new vessel. #vessel #CarolWiebe #PhotoshopElements #CarolWiebesart #house #Grass