HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark  cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
W.B. Yeats

This poem illustrates how I feel as an artist so utterly and completely, that there is little more to say.  My art is an embodiment of my hopes and
dreams on canvas.  I am always striving for excellence.  That is why each new painting that I create is harder than the one before- I am raising
the bar a little higher...                           
Chantel Lynn Barber
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