Carol Wiebe

It will be 18 months, at the end of this month, that I have been posting every single day. It was part of my goal to also post at least one image every day. In that time, I have created many digital images because they were the easiest way to express myself. However, they are just the tip of the iceberg. I have been painting, but I can’t make a painting every day. Some artists are expert croppers who can show you parts of a painting, or stages of a painting, and thus get a lo

I hear the branches screaming. She had woken up with night terrors. He held her close. You mean you hear the wind screaming through the trees. No, it’s like I said the first time. I am afraid for them. She was still shaking. You don’t have to be afraid of them. Hopefully, he thought, she will fall asleep again soon. No, it’s like I said the first time. It’s us I am afraid of. Us? You and I? He held her closer. No, ALL of us. We can be so oblivious. Her breathing deepened. But

Of the Surface of Things I In my room, the world is beyond my understanding; But when I walk I see that it consists of three or four hills and a cloud. II From my balcony, I survey the yellow air, Reading where I have written, “The spring is like a belle undressing.” III The gold tree is blue, The singer has pulled his cloak over his head. The moon is in the folds of the cloak. ………….~ Wallace Stevens Shadow Moon #plants #moon #surface #WallaceStevens #trees #understanding #cl

. I caught the first snow in the trees outside the window where I work. Caught it with my camera, of course–did you think I went out and tasted it? Caught it on my tongue? I’ll admit I was tempted. There's Magic in the Trees (1) By using a painting I had done previously as a layer (and playing with colors and transparencies), I was able to bring out some extra magic in the trees. There's Magic in the Trees (2) #snow #trees #CWWOL20111210a #magic #CWWOL20111210b

. Breakthrough We long for breakthroughs, for the illuminating light at the end of the tunnel, for enlightenment that will banish our doubt and re-ignite our faith. Maybe all we need to do is go among trees. I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle. Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight. What it fears in me leaves me, and the fear of

I wouldn’t make my friend screech to a halt for just one photo. The fence that the trees were casting shadows onto was quite large. The entire effect was, to my mind, spectacular. But then, I am a shadow hound. Tree Shadow On a Fence 2 Tree Shadow on a Fence 3 #shadow #CWWOL20110830b #trees #CWWOL20110830a #fence #shadowhound

I found Shayla Perreault Newcomb‘s name while visiting Contemplating the Moon. Cyberspace is a constantly unfolding phenomenon, and reading her beautifully crafted artist statement revealed why her name shone on my her-izon: My paintings tell the story of our journey through an internal landscape with the human as the subject and the landscape as metaphor. The square is a symbol for the physically sound. The circle represents spiritual balance. I’ve used them to show what we

Last weekend was a flurry of activity as I scrambled to get 5 art pieces finished and packaged. That included creating and putting labels on the back of each piece, fitting a box, taping together a bunch of skinny lengths of bubble wrap, and then making labels for the boxes. Somehow,  it all got done. In my last post, I was celebrating the fact that  two pieces had been accepted into The Grand National, 2010 competition. They were delivered Monday morning to the Homer Watson

This is the piece that has been my wrestling partner for some time now. I wanted to use very simple shapes, and employ two layers. I also gave myself the challenge of trying to represent trees absorbing light, a concept that fascinates me and stands for the human yearning for “light” or insight. The piece is not finished yet. The lettering, which I just painted last night, will become something other than white. I’m not sure if I will add anything to the plain “borders” of th

Standing amidst her long limbed sisters, she was certain that if she was tapped a glowing sap would flow from her being. It would taste like contentment, with a lingering note of wild desire. 17.75” (l) x 24” The figure in this paper quilt may appear far too serene to be harboring wild desire. But by becoming one with her “sister trees,” she has fulfilled her desire and reached a state of contentment. Her hands, a nest in themselves, cradle a bird’s nest, which holds three