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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 . 


Kindness and Why Remembering Can Be Joyous

Dear Christmas ,

It’s been a year and here we are once again .  Many say it’s the New Year but I say it’s you . The review  that you offer is heartfelt and true . Thank you .

Playfullness in my heart comes alive and swishing  down a store’s aisle  is …what it’s all for anyway .  Quiet moments  and a tear or two come again . Strengthening the  heart muscle so that I may give more  in the year ahead . Thank you .

I think of you and see the serious but today is for the silly . The silly in you and  the silly in me . Lets give  kindness to the silly and dance and swish about . Thank you .

Kindness is my present to you and to me .  Your list is long and worries you . ” Please , go ahead in the line . I don’t mind .”  Take a breath and relieve the stress . Thank you .

Dance in the aisle or at home in the kitchen is how I’ll remember  the kindness of the holiday . 


Traveling in the Heart

In my heart I  travel and explore the old along side the new .  The wealth of it all is astounding .

The raucous eruptions  of laughter  that come back to life  and the timid moments of tears

being shed that remind us  of our own tenderness .  I travel to and through these places  in the

heart . They allow  me to soar  and then ….to sleep .  They invite examination and then release

me to just be ….in the moment you see.  The heart tells it’s own time and can’t be forced .  It’s

comfort is never ending just when you think it’s not .

And goes that raucous laughter …again and more travels in the heart still to come .


Whispers in the heart , sweet and kind , lead us to each other  .

Whispers in the trees , breathe in and out , lead us to live .

Whispers from friendship  , alive and strong ,  bring a new day ….again and again .

‘Walking Across the Water ‘ acrylic 18×24″

This Beautiful , Wild Road …

A sense of fury in the air leads me to wonder if thunder is on the way .  walking along the road , listening to  the crackling  of twigs and pebbles and leaves underfoot . Sounds entering my thoughts becoming a part of the flow .  A deep breath in . The air is cool and  heavy with moisture . Turning my head slowly  about  as I release my breath back out into life .

What unexpected treasure will this walk provide today ?  There’s always something . Always a little  something revealing itself  to me  . Will it come from the outside or the inside ?   A moment of understanding the threads of thoughts and actions  or  of intuition knowing when the need for quiet will reap the greatest rewards .  Adding a little skip into my step and it’s clear. .There’s no need to know ahead of time where it will come from . That’s the beauty inside the mystery . And the mystery reveals what you need to know  in your heart when it’s right .

The beauty of this wild road …is your discovery .

Freedom Comes When Giving Thanks

The heart swells with freedom when I offer thanks .  The loved ones that give their patience and offer me their  brokenness are acts of love and trust that expand our connections  to life .

The heart swells with compassion when I offer  thanks . When I see   grace  in the eyes of a stranger whose suffering I yearn  to relieve. Then I know that my spirit is forever altered by love.

The heart swells by the touch of the eternal line of forgiveness  that requires no thank you .

How can I say that I don’t  know you when I do . I know the joys of singing and hearing a melody.  As I know how the heart aches and breaks and how it  comes alive again and again . There is great freedom in giving Thanks .