Displayed below are Marta’s works of art along with fragments of her poems that she felt connected to the work shown.
Marta’s art starts off as a feeling of fragmentation, loss and yearning to know parts of herself that are burning, hungering to emerge and to break free from what Anne Schaef, author and psychotherapist coined as the, “Process of a Promise.” Schaef says, “The promise is that as long as we conform, things will get better. Someday, if we are good enough, get it right and compromise we will magically have our dreams come true.”
For Marta, peace is a sacred promise to leave behind conformity and “being good enough,” and to have a relationship with a God that births passion and compassion through her entire being and awakens people to perceive life as a kaleidoscope of possibilities. Peace to her is a journey, a mystical angst, a sorrow of something she once knew, but lost, like the Garden of Eden; it is mythical and elusive, yet she gets up each morning praying that she will find the entry point into her heart and soul that allows her to marry the many aspects of the SELF that makes her whole. To stand in the fire is to burn up her ego and surrender to the unknown, to flow in the hands of the Great Mother, the Creator and be led down a path of Love that is beyond her comprehension. To bust through every emotion, from anger to joy, to engage in every experience from sorrow to elation and to venture into the unknown where peace exists. The process of peace is a unique, intricate and individual practice that allows her to in-power her voice and vision to integrate the complexity of life’s ongoing purpose. This remembrance of who she is frees her to be in an intimate relationship with herself and in a passionate relationship with her husband.
This is the power of Primal Healing and Art.
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Well of Love
“I am not enlightened
although I am immortal.” |
Caress of Pain
“Longing for the Miraculous
I stumble
in blame.” |
Her Heart Wonders
“She is everything and nothing,
oil and water, cotton and lace.” |
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Dusty Apple Road Leads
“She is born from lust and dies
from love, thirsty and hungry as she crawls across dusty roads.” |
Feast or Famine
“Left forgotten in the back of a refrigerator, I pry my heart open.” |
Till Death Do We Part
“Great ecstasy lingers and waits.
I have no claim to love,
it claims me without mercy.” |
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Fire of Remembrance
“She slithers and slides knowing seduction is no longer a trip to the candy store. She can jump through a hoop of fire and pure whiskey and scotch on her body and never be scorched. She is still wet between her legs when everyone else thinks she has plummeted to her death.” |
Feet Above Her Head
“I live in pieces, die in waves
and live again, breathe and let go.” |
Come Alive
“Cascade like a waterfall, merging
into a river, the river into the sea,
praying for sight.” |
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Drinking Resurrection
“A love that never gives up even
in the darkest times; I carry on,
I carry on, I carry” |
Suspicious Cries
“Fly along with her ebony dreams and
her shimmering thighs, where lovers
swim in her womb searching for lonely divas, who weep every night, weep
every night, weep every night.” |
Speak To My Dreams
“Make love to her sweet memory.
So the juices of her heart paint ruby red
across her mouth and flushed cheeks
feel the whisper of silent winds.” |
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Dew of Grief and Child
“Her fingers flick away the tear of lighthouse beams, one hand over her brow shading the promise of love.” |
Birthright
“Rapture is a longing for who I am.
A yearning to birth myself. The pulling
of my heart toward my soul. I yearn for…I hope for…I dream of…I desire to…
I hunger for….I dream of…I desire.” |
Creator’s Intention
“One minute of each day to know.
One second of each moment to
see. One micro inch of time to know, anything that resembles the face of faith.
Peace is the still lake running through
my veins. The tears of longing that overtakes wanting. One eye that sees
into love’s soul.” |
All poems and paintings are copyrighted. Permission must be assigned by Marta Luzim in order to duplicate or copy. |
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