Carol Wiebe

. I think I am in over my head, she moaned. Stop looking down, he advised. I’m not on a bridge, she snapped, I’m trying to get this project done. You’re still suffering from vertigo. Your body can’t keep up with your thoughts and you’re afraid of failing, I mean falling. He was afraid to smile. OK, smartie. She did smile. Where should I look, then? Straight up ~ at the stars, at those swirling heavens up there. He pointed through the window. Let’s go for a walk, she said. It’

My post about printmaker Karen Kunc prompted a comment from artist Deb Sims: Am I the only one who has both a sense of “Wow, how fabulous” and “Geez, I can never hope to experience/create/attain this level with my art” when I see someone like this? My reply? I think there is a great chain of art making and, like the great chain of being, it has its levels. While you are busy looking “up” the chain and wondering if you could ever achieve that level, someone else is gazing up a