My paintings … The Orange Field ….can be found at the Mac Gallery … Doncaster
at Cusworth Hall Museum …. Cusworth Doncaster …..Streaming Happiness Vows … this series of paintings about fusion and spiritual love for happiness is on display at the hall.
I have been challenged to help a local publisher and editor, challenge herself to produce a painting which she thought she was not capable of… I proved her wrong… I hope you will share in my Artiztime studio… go find me on Face book…
My challenge at the moment is to paint a portrait of a couple who asked me to take a photo of them in St Marks square in Venice …last August.. I am in the process of painting that moment for them ..the moment is special to them… as the man asked the lady to marry him… she and I were very surprised..she said yes… and now I am to paint that moment for them … to be passed down as an air loom for ever… I hope they like it when its finished…. 
The Orange Field
There is a spider in an old house beyond an orange field
a girl who comes to visit him
..... wonders through the lanes at dusk
picking oranges underneath a harvest yield
Inside the old house is a light source...through a chink finding little light
Over head a sunset a colour hue
Walls can tell stories
Memories musing to ignite
A story of a strong light, one that once she viewed
Years pass….a nanny now
boy’s, hit parade a school
Playing, these children
a life line ...happy smiles
Laughing pink blossom linked in togetherness miles
Stood with many strangers
ones deaf, some very blind
wasted care and time with them
lessons for hours; life claim
Years acting, leaving lonely, strong held wings to find
a trend repeated bad timing, heart heavy, but one, could make it climb
Far away beyond this field, is a void
… Tried, but cannot reach
Coming, again and again a voice that calls
a connection incomplete
Wishes; light to enter
To be within again
White feathers float down; warm spirits
holding beliefs looking after heartfelt strain
Sat in the chink of a window
a spider catches light
weaving his catcher web; innocent stranger eaten; stay alive
Watching self- living
tricking those who fall
Describes past land harboured
....lessons learnt, streams ..good-for-nothing souls
This girl who comes to visit
Suffered; learnt this
a double Wind character
Is an inner strength, passion painterly descriptive gift
Spreading orange warmth
Red haired light in an orange field
Helping, it understands
life is connected to timing .... Time destiny deals
Poem ….. Lizzie Marshall…2013
They are being displayed at the moment in the Mac Gallery
They go along with the piece of poetry …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
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
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 ….
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…
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….
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…………………..
