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About blchapman

Born with the soul of an artist and nurtured by my drive to explore the world and to know the human spirit .As a young adult I turned my attentions towards the culinary arts.It provided an outlet for creativity while providing for my material needs.As the years went by I came to realize that I was, in part ,denying the artist within due to fear and not wanting to be my mother's competitor.After escorting my mother through her end of life journey as her primary caregiver I came to realize that life is short and precious and I could no longer deny what and who I am. I am an Artist. An explorer . A lover of life .

ART SHOW February 25th thru March 2018

New and original works of art by Barbara L. Chapman to be shown  at the

Dorothy A. Little Gallery  inside of Trinity Parish .  Located at 609 8th Ave. Seattle 98104 .

Opening reception  to be held on February 25th at 12:30 pm .


Beautiful ,Wild Road

The wild so real it’s beautiful .  It runs so deep that all the thorns have fallen away and turned into dust .  As  it opens up , stretching ever wider ,  it’s magnificence will envelop your heart . There may be a song  to ignite  the stirrings or a lullaby to soothe the spirit’s lonely wanderings .

There is joy in the beautiful , wild road  .  It seeks for you all the while that you sleep . And it holds your heart so dear that the comfort that you feel becomes real .  Feel the lightness in the touch of the stars when they dance in your eyes .  It’s an invitation to twirl  with all of your heart.

The beautiful , wild road will show you the magnificence  that is you . 


Did I Know Your Name ?

The sounds of gentle humming  , sweet and clear  , fill the empty spaces .

How were we to know that you were leaving us so soon ?

YOUR love and honor was alive in each breath but I didn’t  know your name .

Dedication to a future in your vision crushed in the blink of someone else’s  eye .

The ache that has been left in your place so raw ,  so completely exposed .

Your name won’t be forgotten but I’d rather not know it .

You were here to live and to love .  Cry over losses and laugh with your heart .

Your sweet  hums in the hallways will echo in the vacant spaces  forever .