Margaret….Time Table’………be inspired by your gifts…what a lady…she shared her gift of tenacity… wow..I have tenacity… got that from my mother..another amazing lady.

I have wanted to involve children..i.e. youngsters..but shied away from them…to teach in my studio….( as I have taught them for ever.).but I have had so many enquires and I have had so much experience.. I thought I would add a few workshops to see what would happen…..

I have bought a book called …Develop Your Technique and Unfold…looking forward to reading it….

I have also written something about our late prime minister …. Margaret Thatcher… she was a very inspirational figure to all women… she had a lot of guts and determination… and I understand how Carol must feel losing her mother…after all she was a mother..and a grandmother..not just a prime minister… I have attached it… I would hope that when they receive this in downing street for I am going to send it to them… they might acknowledge it… I will let you know..

 

Margaret……………………………………. by Lizzie Marshall painter/poet/teacher

If I only had half of that
Her guile her heart tenacious hats
Attraction all miles instil
Wind that moves connecting will
Truth standing charisma stacks
Roaring fire, heart no cracks
Tall strength, mires diverse
Thumping fists passionate verse
Received applause, knives thrust no ill
Men in cloaks. hidden thrills
Driven focused eyes alert
Marching in when lives get hurt
Diving searching tasting all
Whirring faces feeling tall
Viewing transparent seas in air
Opposite accents given snares

Focused armies winning Wars
Engaging striving, sowing deals
Walking water lifting heels........
Throngs heated skin stinging thrones
Backward glances naked phones
Conflict anarchy banners songs
Future minutes all hours long
working tough future miles
Friends enemy’s viewing freeing smiles
Eleven and a half a winner, then to fall
If I only had half of that... I would win it all …….

My Work

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.

The Article…My MODE FEATURE in a local Magazine

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…. )

I would love to help you…. be creative…. I am still and always will be challenging my inner creative self….

A feature …. my heart is spreading …. the wind takes it……

I love to Write and attach my paintings to my Work…..I was inspired by the Sunset and a Light

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

Thee are Paintings Which are for Sale

They are being displayed at the moment in the Mac Gallerygland

They go along with the piece of poetry …The Orange Field

 

 

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….