A Poem … for my Rainbow

Bruises

 

Waiting for that formula for love is a rare find

I never knew a formula could hold a heaven to stop time

A chemistry fusion …understanding bruises

 

The fusion now moments …surviving love blasts

A connection to fizz…a hope fusion to last

 

These elements fall rockets from skies

Where insides…get lit…where elements fly

 

Inside these two arm folds… interactions’ take place

The richness and depth formed a sincere and sure space

A recipe blown in from chemistry lace

 

Colours fuse now hitting arc’s made from light

Holding pain they now vow to mix meld and blend their eye-sight

 

Losing is how love always wins

Everyone colours from bruises…

 

Bruised these two strong elements have fused

A taste once bitter in empty throats once bereft

Is to understand humans who abuse

 

Formulas that work in a secure merging love….

A truth colour……. unbelievably vivid

Rainbows and Skies

Paintings ……….embracing going forward with living

A prescription fusion; for bruises

A Poem about the excitement…. in my studio last Tuesday ..Oct 16th 2012

The Best is Yet to Come……..for the Girls

Why this paint

Why this boozy adrenalin cocktail space

Nothing much can happen when we are shaking with our laughter face

We are some of us beginners … but nothing is at stake

As long as we are still smiling…. paint is to forsake

We are absolutely fun…. filled in this unique light

We lose all the stress field

We only eat the cake….and denounce all the fight

We chill with the’ mekiss ‘…Lizme

Who we sing to… laugh with…. flying on our wings in our creative flight

 

Artiztime Studio Oct 16 2012

Artiztime is our time…. a time we chill in… its better then any cocktail… except when you accidently put the paintbrush in the wine glass…. check out the video… I hope you all like the excitement I feel… I am so inspired to write about my lovely arty friends we have such fun……………………

Connections……….things happen for reasons

Without sounding weird…. I am such a firm believer in things happening for reasons…when they do, most of the time we survive them, but maybe don’t understand their significance …

I have been invited to paint a story … the story is to be attached to a very old hall … stately home in my area… the story will be about the connection we make with timing and occasions and love … ‘My heart is my loudest note’ is painted on a heart which overhangs in my cottage… so taking up this challenge is one I will relish..

I have seen lots of sides to love… and to paint the connection of marriage which is a declaration for this emotion… I have knowledge in abundence… I however will be painting a story based on the footsteps we all take to enter a new lane/road/path…. I have lots of new ideas to bring to the canvas… just need to get started………..(but when I do… I can’t usually stop)

Co-incidence????

I photographed a couple in the most amazing place …it was in Venice… and the couple asked me to take a photo of them together in St Marks square when I was there this last August… I promptly took the photo for them.. was about to walk away, when the man in the couple asked me to take another photo… and in front of me while I was pressing the button on the camera… got down on one knee and proposed to his girlfriend … I was shocked as the square was full of hundreds of people… I was singled out…why???? I ask myself why??? was it a flook… I don’t believe it was… I am now to paint that moment in time for them to keep for ever … an heirloom for them to have… how wonderful is this…. or significant…was it meant to happen for them and for me….??? I don’t believe in things happening at random… they are meant to… in my opinion… I am uploading a photo of my studio.. it was taken last Tuesday evening

I love painting there…

Lizzie x 

 

New Students work…. working towards a piece of abstract work… keep going Sam.

GEORGE

You never know what is over the horizon… this cat this tiger who is outside somewhere taking us on a hunting you down ride.

 

My daughter has lost her cat George and we are all heart broken… I am going to run in the morning through the fields to call his name… for all my lungs will allow me…

 

I hope I can be her hero and find him… he is so lovely…my  shoes will be running to find him.x