Barbara L. Chapman

     To me they are a mystery .  These paintings  and drawings that appear  .  Really they are born into being . Sometimes they dance their way into existence   and sometimes they pound upon the door to be set free . And still they are other times when they whisper and glide and I turn around  there it is . This spirit of color , this motion of  layers  and the textures of my loves .  The magnificence of these sweet dreams  taking me for a dance .

Sweet dreams dear Art …sweet dreams.