by Barbara Bose This painting is about a dream I had recently. I keep a dream diary under my pillow. I don't usually remember all of the content of my nightly Netflix, but I usually manage to scribble down what I remember. Even...
Barbara Bose In 1970, when I was a high school sophomore in Stamford, Connecticut, a senior named George spotted me during a fire drill. He had the wildest hair in the school and was an artist. He appeared out of a sea of students and told me he liked my nose....
1988: On the night before my new job was to start I decided to clean up my art studio and clear out some old vibrations. It was a nice, clear night in Miami Beach and I was upstairs. During a quiet moment uninterrupted by my two young daughters, I realized...
There is a universal language we all speak fluently regardless of time, place, identity, religion, regardless of everything. ...
