Moving through the restless ego and the dearest friend of a lifetime in spirit . The journey of the creative heart unfolding , it’s whims and battles within the mind and soul breathing . It is the dance and awakening and release that fuels yearnings . in the deepest, slow breath intimacy with a mystery is realized in the creation of art and use of words . Together they sing .
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 .
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.
Whispers in the heart , sweet and kind , lead us to each other .
Whispers in the trees , breathe in and breathe out , lead us to live.
Whispers from friendships , alive and strong , bring a new day …
again and again .
The murmurings are there , ever sweet and dear . They are there . The challenge to know oneself better than any other is truly what the world has asked of you . You may choose to make a fancy flight of getting away or a plain ‘ole barn to stash away , but the light that is you will find it’s way . It will find it’s way out and into the world .
There is wisdom in those shadows that you shy away from . wisdom so dear it will take your breath away . Give pause and listen to the splendid quietness and you will hear the wisdom in the shadows .
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 .
When I was a little girl I was keenly aware of my aloneness . It wasn’t something that I understood . It just was . In the middle of the night I sometimes awoke to see the Moon . I looked at it so hard that I imagined it was there to bring me comfort . And comfort me it did. When it was felt so deeply that my heart ached and scarcely could I breathe I thought ” I am here and I am so filled with love that I must breathe and breathe deeply “. This love must go somewhere . Somewhere out into the world . That is only way that I can be keep taking a breath. When that vacant space makes itself known to me today I turn to the sky . I look for the stars and the Moon and I breathe … deeply . The connection to all eternity is there and is my comfort .