The Orange Field

Streaming Happiness Vows

Happiness a pillow where you lay your head now

You are yearning to sleep

But gazing won’t let your eyes gather

Will there be an hour….a name

For this a time of day….to go towards the morning

Which appears beyond the trees?

A vanishing point a line a new horizon

Let the unconsciousness come

Allow awakening for your time

Waiting to speak of marriage

Pausing to view the pinks

To attach two hearts with wedding rings

You long to hear your name

For this unison

When your lust for colour is so bright

You see painted new hope, with colours of light

Aching you yearn for these eternity days

These colours to link

To walk

To run

To hold

Remaining when spirits float

Flying attached by the wind

Toward your eye in a sunset sun

A sure colourful light to unfold in outer new space

When you lie awake staring through the air

Shall you muse at each vision to arise into form?

An exquisite heaven

Pink and orange born

Rainbow colours that escape

Where angels form and fly with wings

You hope to view where magenta sings

Connected days will paint your future dawn

At Cusworth you can declare this voice

Streaming colour

Vows can be made for happiness choice

Lizzie Marshall …. Painter/Teacher/Poet

Streaming Happiness Vows

I have just come back from the place where my paintings which you saw a glimpse off in the past blog(go look its there)…have just gone on display at an old hall called Cusworth Hall ,,,near Doncaster South Yorkshire… I have been so touched by the publics connection to them… I have had lots of fantastic feed back from today… and the paintings are to stay on display in the hall for the foreseeable future  I am so thrilled that the curator wanted to have them stay in the Hall for others to look at.. it made my heart sing… hope you like them to… I am posting them below with the poem which I have written about connection to fusion of Love… and how we don’t have a clue where it will come from… it seems to just happen … we never know when or how or who with… please leave me some comments…

 

 

Streaming Happiness Vows

Happiness a pillow where you lay your head now

You are yearning to sleep

But gazing won’t let your eyes gather

Will there be an hour….a name

For this a time of day….to go towards the morning

Which appears beyond the trees?

A vanishing point a line a new horizon

Let the unconsciousness come

Allow awakening for your time

Waiting to speak of marriage

Pausing to view the pinks

To attach two hearts with wedding rings

You long to hear your name

For this unison

When your lust for colour is so bright

You see painted new hope, with colours of light

Aching you yearn for these eternity days

These colours to link

To walk

To run

To hold

Remaining when spirits float

Flying attached by the wind

Toward your eye in a sunset sun

A sure colourful light to unfold in outer new space

When you lie awake staring through the air

Shall you muse at each vision to arise into form?

An exquisite heaven

Pink and orange born

Rainbow colours that escape

Where angels form and fly with wings

You hope to view where magenta sings

Connected days will paint your future dawn

At Cusworth you can declare this voice

Streaming colour

Vows can be made for happiness choice

Lizzie Marshall …. Painter/Teacher/Poet

Ruth

Had a lady visit me just now… who got me… she is going to be a another light to help my foot steps..along with the light of my Janet My Mum My Dad and Lynne… I talk about her and let you see my latest work… I am told that it is visionary ….

Where are you all….how amazing to find you all over the World …it is amazing how far away some of you are…

Hello out there…. when I open my blog …. it is great to see where you are….you who attach to me …live …is FAB so grateful you spend the time reading my blog thank you.

I lived in my studio most of the middle of the day…. I am working on a series to promote a venue in my nearest town …Doncaster… it is an old hall called Cusworth Hall.  I think it is finished…only I have had a few issues with the concept …it is quite abstract and I have ended up adding lines onto the canvas…. they are lines of words in the piece of poetry which goes along with the paintings…any way I will blog it for you when I take a photo of it tomorrow…. I haven’t had time owing to my grandson who needed to be taken for a walk … whilst his mum revised for an exam..this coming Wednesday…. she is heavily pregnant with her second child … due at the end of February.. I am  becoming excited now… but I am also worried … I worry about her all the time… just will be happy when the baby is here … Alex my grandson is just beautiful… I paint him all the time I can’t help myself he is so clever and gorgeous.. I will add a painting I did of him about three months ago… now I have finished the series for the hall… I am now going to paint my daughter again … I have already painted her pregnant wit Alex…but I want to paint the two of them before this baby arrives…please comment about the painting..it is so happy I feel..as a painting…it his his character …he so full of fun and life…he keeps me smiling all the time when I am with him.. I adore him…

Walking

Went for a long walk this last Tuesday morning…. it was absolutely fantastic… I needed to think in my head…

I have come home and settled to write this piece… I have also got a fantastic painting I painted about two years ago now when the village had the last dumping of snow… Hope you like them.. I haven’t yet finished the piece of poetry but will post the painting if I can find it… it has inspired me to paint some more in the same vain….

Restoring Calm…………………minutes of time…. my love of writing and painting… I so hope you like my posts….please leave me your comments :)

Everything ……. not NOTHING

I leave you ….SOMETIMES I sigh

My heart is strong; but will I find the latch

Please don’t let me be misunderstood

I am just a soul not wanting to hold back

A cloak I do not wear, NO FALSE WOOD

My ART gives me hope for my heavy stare…

Where is my care?

I pray lots for what I deserve

I wait……………………….

Nothing!

I will say this honestly to mean

My wish is to hold a truth

I will try forever to hold my pain sack

For ever I will soldier my youth………..

I am like a Peter Pan an impish girl…

I live to wave and cheer

Lifted a scene…in a most heavy year

Let me have lost years, for my rainbow plans

I shout from inside;

I want you to understand inside my skin….

I have survived smoked filled rocket ships

I have dodged the bullets…..that held me back wasted my LIPS

I felt a little piece of me die from being attacked

BUT IT NEVER QUELLED MY SPARK

I HAVE NEVER LET IT PUSH ME BACK

Then God Cheered and PAINTED the sky

I looked and looked and stared … I cannot allow my desire and passion to be unmissed…………………… by all who are blind………………….. who walk past my gifts

I have grown filling INSIDE

I lift the latch to fill MY EYE POOL EYES…..

I will one day find that one who will stop

He will have 20 20 vision to belong with my clock……………….

 

This is a piece about finding me and my need to creative…. I hope that you who view my posts will understand a little about my skin….

I have such a goal and desire to allow my paint to flow and my pen to write… it keeps me up into the dark hours of my nights…. the paintings above are the beginnings of a new work.. it is a commission about a beautiful place; park house near where I live…it is to promote the fact that you can start your rainbow in their grounds for your own marriage… it is taking shape slowly.. I had a mad art class late into the evening with my students last night in amongst the cold cold night …. My studio was a tip mmmm//// but now it has been restored to my space…my heaven which gives my such pleasure and peace … I am sure that I was meant to have this space….everyone loves being in it… I love losing myself inside it…. it is underneath my skies and filled with colour … I am racing the clock …. I hope my pen and paintbrush will be able to keep up with my desire to achieve my aims this 2013…………………..

Coloured Life

Even when a heart breaks the light can shine through

Will you paint my portrait ….I did and my colour grew

I have nothing here to hide

I see my life in colours

But do you know how I feel

I colour my crowd

I never shade what is real

Reality to the abstract

My inward colour is where I understand

I capture what I feel and I see

I will paint my portrait

I have nothing here to hide

People who I have loved

Can be seen around my eyes

I will paint and paint my life in colours

My portrait… Rocking Still……was the start

I am to paint all colours formed by life

God gave…

He gave me a hand an eye and most of all my heart…………………………..

SKY

 

 

 

 

 

I read this…. a statement…. copied it and thought to myself … I hope this is me…

 

‘Beauty in my opinion has nothing to do with looks

It’s how you are as a person ….and

It’s how you make others feel ABOUT THEMSELVES…..

 

look my heart is still

It’s not the end

Let the sky fall

When it crumbles

I will stand

Sky fall is where we start

where Worlds collide

You may have my name my number …but not my heart

I will stand Rock Still Tall Till My End

Momentarily stall

Bring me to my Rainbows End

Time is all………………………..

 

Don’t spend too long pondering on rocky shores….. and think that the reason why the shores are not calm …is because …Being… feels wrong.

Sky falls all the time… find the true colours for you…. Rainbows are pure split colour… people sometimes take too long to be split ; because they don’t wish to show the colours they conceal… be aware….. realise the colours inside are not always warmth …

 

Spending too long thinking colours which had been hardened because of the past….made me blind to reality…. but past is not an excuse for bad behaviour… which then is tried to be hidden behind.

I am not going to be dulled by a dull heart…. I need and deserve a true and warmer one … we all deserve that…..

 

Christmas is about warmth and hearts………….I was not with one who understood that…. my happiness is not to be with this…… 

 

Time now for my future path …2013…..colour is me……..

 

Reasons

It was my birthday on Dec 23 rd..

I have a twin sister who doesn’t talk to me…. who probably doesn’t even know this blog exists…….she fell out with me and leaves her heart where it is cold….. I have tried but it seems it cannot be reached…. giving up is all I can do now.

When Christmas arrives it can leave some interesting marks…. marks of light and shade and marks that are left with an edge of fuzziness…(not necessarily from the par-taking of alcohol)…..fuzziness is how I feel at the moment…. I feel like I am half rubbed away ….and my skin feels brazed and a little bruised.. and slightly grey inside… when it should be glowing with the warmth of love…………..

I have had a very odd time …. this last 48 plus hours… it has been interspersed with great anticipation and great sadness…. and a lump which stuck in my throat toooo long….

I didn’t have a present to open on Christmas day… I watched someone else unwrapping the warmth …but there was none given in return….

I have been inside a Cathedral in a very beautiful place which touched my eyes and soul…. and made me feel so warm

It ‘s horrible to feel cold… especially when the coldness is one which you don’t ask for… nor deserve

How I love candles and the glow they give with their beautiful aromas …..

I wish all warmth could always stay with us… but alas we will all be cold one day…

I heard something quite profound which made me listen …. it was about love… it went like this… and I thought about it when I entered the Cathedral two days ago…

‘If as a child you are not touched by love and therefore cannot recognise it …. in later life it takes longer to learn what its for…’ 

How true is this …me thinks….

I also heard this …….’ there are only two reasons we ever do anything…. one is love…the other is fear..’

I had a love once …. who is still in my warmth….he has only stepped away….

But this is what we all should understand…..’only those who recognise the smell the light and the warmth of love will hold it’…

Christmas …should be full of warmth…

Be WARM all of you …………….. 

This was a poem is one I wrote before the Christmas of 2012……it was about the person who nearly destroyed my life who was full of lies ….. I did not know it’s significance until I saw the Holly Tree being cut down in front of my eyes , on the morning of that December Year…. I had met this person under this tree years previously and he became a person who became very destructive and lied to me…. I feel the tree was meant to be cut down… as it was in Gods plan and it sat in his holy garden inside the church yard… and he knew( I feel )that this person was someone who had to be banished..thank heavens he was watching over me….I cannot believe how far I have come since that time …. my life is just full of amazing colour… and these colours are colours I should have had many years ago…so I am full in my soul and humbled by the power which we cannot touch only feel in our hearts………………….

The Holly Thorns

Christmas time….. Holly…. Stakes

Cut down tree in front of me….

Better now than never

Never would have been too late

Christmas church holly tree

Snow from a passing December year

Footsteps walked, coloured... strata

Now I walk a different sphere

Owned footsteps alone, I watch with voice surpassed

Passing by with Mary

Holding onto business plans……. I stand and view my past

Mary told about this tree and how it has been so consumed

Cutting down I witnessed in this morning noon

Was this meant for my eyes a closure on this mistake?

Had this been a plan this morn…. spirits arranging my walking date

It is now the third of December last year the snow was tall

User … Always…. Late

Walking In my land, tissues full of lies

A disguise a fate to fall

No more held footsteps

A passing out degree

A graduation, a pierced heart, a mind strong, not small in me

Now over finally with this new awakening dawn

I witness thorns broken….

A holly tree cut down

A reminder tremor of piercing torn

I want my life away from all abusive spines

I watch I vow this now

My passing out my sign

Forward only no looking back, no knots or ties

My white feather guarding

From those false and full of lies

A closure for all I measure… I recognize… disguise

Rainbows in Havana………………..diamond lights in the SKY

 

This photograph I took looking over Havana City …. arriving the day…Sandy the hurricane hit the East Coast of the Island… we in Havana were in the West…. it then went onto New York.

The sea was mustiness and rough… and very scary winds…. the hotel was 19 floors up and this was a view from the window around five o'clock in the afternoon .

The reason why I have posted it…is…. Rainbows seem to follow me around since I met the man I was with……. No Idea why… somebody knows???????

The day I arrived home I was then featured  on the Janice Long show … talking to Sara Cox on Radio 2…about my jet lag , Havana, Sandy the hurricane and my paintings … and my studio … it was amazingly weird the coincidence … I have lots of paintings I have brought back with me in miniature form about to be exploded …like the life and colours of a rainbow… excited about them… even though they are in my head….like diamonds in the sky……..

I PAINT WITH MY EYE MY HAND AND MY HEART

ART is where I shed a Masterpiece

Art is where I shed coloured; rain

If you were the Mono Lisa, every -one would come and see

Everyone is not the same

It seems to me that’s who I am

A …ME……………

Eyes to view, looking wide to unlock sky

A rare and priceless piece of art my heart clock…… in my mind’s eye

I will not renounce my soul I will only paint truth.no lies from me

I stand in front of my masterpiece

I cannot tell you how it hurts so much…holding rainbow sky

My hand to eye my heart it cried

I am resilient, but I stand alone with angels who stand guard by me

A wounded woman painting marks….

Tiny particles of light fused hopefully confronting sparks

Honesty……. it sometimes hurts

To be a chosen one

To be the one to paint and write a masterpiece; my love for art

Where once I was held in deep repose a chamber dark

A miracle of paint marks; hidden….. living inside ;which then arose

I am a master piece ………I have now attached

Unlike a thief in the night; he who goes…

Leaving me with painful eyes; wound marks; …..done

Lengths of pain belonging to the chancer’s clan…..but I have won

I can’t tell you why it hurts so much…to paint a master piece….but it can

But you cannot feel…. as I do my soul

The strength that lives inside

Is to attach you, to feeling growth

My prize is to paint a World; I am now left stripped without disguise

To touch others with what life moves inside

Marks, strokes which have begun

That is my note for all to queue

My life being now creativity

Out came a flowing river once held now new

Now each eye and hand is used to make my marks

My loudest note is in my hand ; I paint always with my heart

March 17^th 2011……..this was started … I have now fine tuned it……hope you like it …it is about truth.