6.pm this morning Sunday /

Morning photograph of my garden… I’ve had a lovely day … Sunday brought lots of unexpected surprises…

 

Isn’t the light just fab… you can just feel the newness of the morning in it.. x

Six thirty in the morning…..

This morning is so beautiful…. I think someone was trying to wake me…. I have taken a photograph of my garden the light is so fresh..

I have a girlfriend, a colleague coming for lunch. Andrea is Swiss, and has lots of talents with languages, alongside her artistic abilities… she is a lovely lady with some very gifted children…. another wonderful heart, who deserves better than that which life has dealt her so far.. I forgot to mention she is also fantastic at renovating houses… she is about to renovate an old barn, so she is on the move again…

I will post a photo of my garden… I took it twenty minutes ago.. it is so still ….and the colours look so different in this light

How life is disappointing sometimes…most of the time… but last night … the commission I painted was received by such a lovely couple, (person the painting was of)…that it made my heart sing… they are about to set off on another chapter of their life journey…. it warmed my heart to watch two fantastic human beings want to change their lives for their dream…we should all learn from them… and applaud them on their way along their journey… God bless you …. Tracy and Ryan…

Here is the poem … I promised you , it is called…

Needles 

Stabbing came the needle

Surprising hours to make us whole

Darting cotton weaving

Life

Time

Connecting damaged souls

Understanding, helping with…. desires….goals

 

My needle came

She came to me …with my tearful eye

 

In watchful days time moves forward for our clock

Needles come to capture hearts … ragged edges they appear, to un- block

Ringing truth reading distance, to help our journey on

It has happened in my life…. my footsteps grow

My needle heart has made them strong

 

 

Look for your needles embrace them into you……be aware of them… and believe.

 

Needles knit the World together… they connect to good hearts and souls…. I so believe that.

I cannot even start to explain how my needle appeared .. only it came from pain… and this lady , has helped me mend.. she is a massive heart.

With love I have written this for her.. xx

 

 

Commission

Our commissionee…. loved his painting… thank heavens… and we (the running club members had a lovely evening sat in the Scarborough Arms garden … reminiscing and talking about week-ends that we ladies had been on… one funny one being Torquay and the Basil Faulty character… he thought our running club ladies… were toooo hooooot tooooo handle….and a fantastic  laugh was had by all that week-end………………

We are in desperate need for another running away run… lets just hope we can come up with one shortly.

Lizzie

Commission…painting

I am waiting for an important package… a painting to be collected… it is top secret… so I can’t tell you who my commission has been for….

All I can tell you is…. I think it is a good likeness…. especially of him in his uniform…. where he has been very loyal and supportive in his role to our Tickhill inhabitants… we will have to wait and see what he thinks about it….it is a surprise.

My day has been full of contrast… and my mind and heart … are very confused at the moment… but as they say… it will all come out in the wash… cant wait for next Friday….

I have Alexander tomorrow… he is 15 months now and such a scream… he laughs and I laugh… I will probably be in his sand pit and his paddling pool all afternoon tomorrow if it stays hot as I hope it will …..

 

My grass and my Mia are still loving the sun… but I must go and get changed… I have my painting gear on and I am going to a Zumba class…

Painted our Zumba instructor for a commission at Christmas just gone…it to was also a surprise… it now sits in her work room.. she loved it ……she is a fantastic instructor…. we love her sense of fun and passion for Zumba….. it rubs off on all of us..when I come back from her class … it feels like we have had a shot of fun and excitement…. it makes you feel fantastic…xx

Opening the door to …………Sunshine

The sun came out today… I opened my door and felt the warmth.

I have never seen my cat Mia sit in the sun with absolute abandonnment to warmth and shear joy before.. how our hearts feel so much warmer when the sun shines……..

I spent my morning drinking coffee and eating a almond quoissant, (my favourites) …. I also love aromatic coffee and I have bought a new brand from Italy… it tasted rather good (will buy this again… will blog the name when I go look… cant just remember it at the moment.)

The conversation over coffee was very interesting … I learnt lots about needles, running and how when we achieve it moves our inner souls.

I remember finishing the London Marathon 2009 and couldn’t stop crying at the end… I was so emotional that day..it has had such an impact upon me and how I strive to accept and how to be everything I want to be ….  I really believe everyone can have the confidence to do anything … if they understand their inner soul…. running or achieving anything we think is not possible for us…. teaches us so much when we do achieve that impossibility we thought we couldn't achieve……. opportunities we are given to shuffle in the cards we are dealt…should be embraced.

I had not known the term …. needles…. in the connotation which was explained to me this morning .. I have written a poem about it… I will let you read it soon…it needs tweaking

I am going to leave you with a photo in the sun……. and the table I had coffee at in my garden this morning…

Oh! and my lovely cat Mia… she is just adorable… and very affectionate. such a sweet natured cat.

 

My WEEK_END……where did the time GOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

 

 

I have not been aware of the time today…I haven’t … the time just disappeared…. How does time just disappear…IT CAN!!!

(Typing this…. Janice Long on Radio 2 has just announced the death of Robin Gibb… how time just disappears… what a talent…so glad he had the time to share his talent to the World for us all along with his brothers..)

Getting back to my day… and my time ……

I started to walk down my garden this morning to be greeted by a face over my wall… it was Ted my neighbour…

‘You’re up early LIzzie’ …

‘Yes’ I said,……’ I have to finish a commission which I have been asked to paint by Saturday… so I am on a mission’…

I also told him that I needed to finish my series of paintings for my exhibition which will be displayed from June 1st for a month…

so I was going to hit the coffee jar and put my favourite music on, and go to it….

………..Eight hours later… I looked up… five cups of coffee a bacon sandwich… (which I made very quickly… when I needed a bathroom break) was all I was conscious of…

I dance to the music … and I am sure my neighbour must think it amusing when he sees this woman dancing around three easels, coffee cup in one hand and paintbrush in the other….I had paint in my hair… and my cat Mia.. was upset that she was being neglected….

I had let her into the studio… but she prefers to sit outside by the stream and stare at the ducks… we have lots of baby ducks at the moment so I must photo them for you…..

Any way …. I am finished bar a few tweaks…. which I try not to do…. when I go back to look at my work….

The title of the series is called ….A Spanish Wedding… it is full of movement ….matadors and fab colours… will let you be the judge…

I have got poetry to go along side it…not sure whether to have them in a book… or to read them and allow people to listen to the poetry as is their want… I will give it some thought… I have a few other ideas as well…

I now have to look after my very tired head… so I will put the light off ….sunshine is on the way to us all , lets hope it brings out the blue sky…love sky…don’t you just love sky…. I will leave this conversation for another evening…. SKY…

Mum… with my daughter and my very new grandson… he is 14mths now…

Radio 2 Janice Long

I always listen to Janice Long… she is the D.J after mid-night on Radio 2 …Late evening…. last evening she mentioned me… she asked people to contact her, to say where they would go and what they would do …. if life and time was not limited by commitment money and family….I told her I would go back to watch the swallow’s dive in Italy… in a Place called Casperia… I loved it so much.. it had a profound effect upon me… I would love to go back and sit a while and write walk and paint… three weeks would cure me…I would hire a car, go to Rome go and explore the countryside around this beautiful place and catch up with Maureen, and Johnny who live in this beautiful place…. someone has looked at this link I think from Italy…I am hoping it will be one of them…if you read this guys… I will hopefully meet you again one day…

I think when I do return I will take my i pad…. I bought it to paint with and help with my business… it is a great toy … I bought it to commemorate my mum , she died last January and when I draw on my i pad , I will always think of her… I am going to attach a photo of her… she is with my daughter… very soon after my grandson was born… she was so thrilled with him…I will draw, a painting of her on my i pad for you to look at when I get the hang of using it.

Thanks mum… you were amazing, and I miss you so…. I will find using this i pad amazing because of you… you xx

Notes … which lay

Have you ever heard a concert in the stamen of a flower?
When you listen with your eyes
Memories come alive
Days nights symphonies of musical showers
Hearing and humming notes in blue sky stairs
Music holds
Inviting reminiscent, essential perfumed air
Fixing on the smell and muse of a cloak
Sounds evoke the soul
And in perfect pitch sits.. past musical strokes
Glistening sunny in the lost long ago lanes
Pleading
Crying
screaming
Door slamming
Lots of petals left in pools of rain
I can still hear sounds that you shed
How I loved you the lyrics lay
Awake………
I hear them still … in the hours I address
I hear them inside my heart and inside my memory musical nest.

The tulips … did this… and I could not help remembering the notes which came flooding in….
My paintbrush will …now be sort..

Discovering …………

I am not ashamed to admit that I can at times be a little forgetful…but to day I forgot that hearing certain music evokes a memory, and within it, can come emotion.

Emotion I discovered today, can come from anywhere… and looking into the centre of a beautiful flower certainly opened up a distant memory.

I bought tulips which I had forgot to plant, and when all the water had subsided… they decided to emerge in the flower pot where I had left and forgot them.

The tulips are called ‘Stephanie’ I know this … because the person who introduced them to me, bought them especially because of their name. 

I have left them on the table now outside my studio, and I think eventually I will use them as a subject to paint an abstract.

It was such a lovely day on Saturday, and I managed to finish a painting which I feel is so beautiful, I cannot wait to show it to you. I think the painting I have finished is as beautiful as these beautiful flowers… I will let you make up your own mind…when I attach my photos of my painting…. I send my new series of paintings to the gallery to be exhibited in June….so as soon as they are hung you will be able to view them.

I have written a poem about the tulips… and will leave it for you to read.

I am attaching photos of the beautiful tulips… aren’t they just the most beautiful delicate colours.

 

Rain……. has made me melancholy

I love to write … tonight I wanted to paint…but instead I had to attack my paper work ..my office loookkkkssss aamazzzing …. all tidy and I feel like I have unblocked my head…….so I thought I would share a poem about thoughts and how life is full of colours …. my colours were all mixed up in my office but now they are so clean… and make sense with everything having a place….  I would rather of painted…but I think my colours tomorrow will be clearer somehow….

… I love the smell of rain…its still raining here… I can hear it as I am typing.

I would like to share this with you… (the feathers would be soggy outside tonight).. but isn’t it the case that we never know what will land on our head…….

 

Feathers

My life has been a tapestry an ever changing vision of colours some tinted others…. gold

In amongst the dark clouds

I have walked finding lots of feathers which seem to stay with me to hold

My father walked towards me, with colours for my repose

He always gave me a feather to catch for where I ought to go

He held my hand as a little girl to fill and show me where to walk 

Chains are not to be for my gift

In amongst the circuit I have talked

Blinded… and always safe guarding my children

Have been for my adult years and more…now not hidden

My fathers feathers he still gives me … where he sits now in his heaven

I smile at the memories of him… where he encouraged me so much to show my artistic flair

I need now to view the bigger tapestry ….and paint and write …for others to view and stare

To go forward holding and painting……. with my sensitivity

And paint and communicate my unique marks…..given to my hands from heaven….. which he gave to me.

 

It’s about my dad … I couldn’t be who I am… and grown to be me, without him…. I hope he reads this somewhere up there….. he was a very funny guy … and very sensitive.. thanks DAD.xx for my feathers.

Studio …. this morning.. I was making myself a coffee and listening to Cold Play…. then I got disturbed my son in law… he made me jump out of my skin… I must get a door bell ring / flashing light in my studio / so I know someone is up at the cottage/ which is about 200 yds away from the Studio… I have six easel’s , and six work stations, it is so peaceful and the light is fantastic, working in these surroundings is just amazing, I am so glad I built it…all my clients love the space to.