The Cave House

I have always loved the metaphysical still lives of Morandi and painting this brought me into a beautiful meditation. The Cave House. In my etsy shop.

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Birthday thoughts

It’s my birthday and I am sitting here reflecting on the past year. I have a cup of rooibos tea and the sun is shining and darling N brought me salmon bagels for breakfast in bed, with a book, card and presents and R brought me a hand-drawn card of Russell Brand holding a kitten which made me laugh as he so wants a kitten. At six foot four, my boy is turning out like my father; a gentle giant, with a beautiful chiseled face and the softest eyes.

Over the past year, I have been cynical, skeptical, distrustful, ‘mefiante’ as the French say, of practically anything the government has told me. It reminds me of the boy who cried ‘wolf’, and no one believed him. Only this time, the boy was the government and the W.H.O. Little wonder really, as the world has been so polarised, and every little thing so politicised, and especially with a government which let me down so badly regarding Brexit, and memories of the Iraq war and countless other incursions against my pacifism, it was hard to acquiesce. I will never truly acquiesce, as I have the artist’s rebellious nature, but I have a certain acceptance, understanding and humility and acknowledge now that I have been wrong to a certain degree. I even caught covid. Not through wantonly hugging people or licking door handles, but simply through Christmas shopping with a friend, wanting to support local businesses and not just Amazon, and probably picking it up somewhere that day. Luckily it was a mild case for me, and I stayed away from people for weeks and months thereafter, but I have antibodies and hope they last. It is important to be wrong and know that you can be a multitude of things and hold a multitude of opinions about a subject, especially when so many things we held dear were denied us, and everything single aspect of the control of the pandemic, including all the signs and semiotics seen everywhere, fed into every conspiracy narrative I have always regarded with questions and thought of possibility. We were told not to see our elderly parents, and my mother spent Christmas alone. It was her decision. Now my darling Mum has been diagnosed with a terminal illness and we saw her so much less during the past year, although naturally as a family we did break the rules, as perhaps deep down we knew something was amiss. She is not in any pain. I will go and see her shortly. I look at all the pots and ceramics she has made over the past few years, mastering the art of colour and glazes, with her usual lust for life and thirst for knowledge and experience of new things. She is or always was, a tour de force, an indomitable woman, who achieved so much and put everything into her life. Even the past few years in her house by the beach, she has grown vegetables in raised beds, had midsummer tea parties, with hat competitions and sales of plants and ceramics with all proceeds to S Michael’s Hospice. She managed to achieve so much, as a viticulturist, tree warden, traveler, scholar, linguist, singer, adventurer, all while having four children and living in several different countries, including Australia and France. Listening to Bach and jazz, especially the piano, will always be my connection to her. She is my mother. I hope she is finding a certain peace. I love her. Now to go out a seize the day!

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Maia

Maia. (Greek) This Goddess of Spring represents the forces of growth and the return of the warm rays of the sun. 26 cm by 31 cm. 10 inches by 12 inches. On canvas board. In my etsy shop. Link here ❤ https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/1005355565/maia-goddess-of-spring?ref=shop_home_active_1&frs=1

Maia
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April Moon

April Moon. A painting for Taurus. The sign of beauty, sensuality, steadfastness and earthly pleasures. In my etsy shop. Link here: https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/1003015301/april-moon?ref=shop_home_active_1

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Joni in California

I heard it in the wind last night
It sounded like applause
Chilly now
End of summer
No more shiny hot nights
It was just the arbutus rustling
And the bumping of the logs
And the moon swept down black water
Like an empty spotlight

From ‘For the Roses’ Joni Mitchell.

Painting ‘Joni at the Window’ by Alice Mason. In my Etsy shop:

https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/999632163/joni-mitchell-in-california?ref=shop_home_active_1

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Tin Angel

Varnished weeds in window jars
Tarnished beads on tapestries
Kept in satin boxes are
Reflections of love’s memories

Letters from across the seas
Roses dipped in sealing wax
Valentines and maple leaves
Tucked into a paperback

Guess I’ll throw them all away
I found someone to love today

Dark with darker moods is he
Not a golden Prince who’s come
Through columbines and wizardry
To talk of castles in the sun

Still, I’ll take a chance and see
I found someone to love today

There’s a sorrow in his eyes
Like the angel made of tin
What will happen if I try
To place another heart in him

In a Bleeker Street cafe

I found someone to love today
I found someone to love today

Joni Mitchell

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Rosa

Latest painting, in my Etsy shop. Inspired by Mexican art and portraiture of the fifties and sixties. https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/AliceMasonArtist

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Mermaid Paintings

A selection of my mermaid prints. In my Etsy shop: https://www.etsy.com/your/shops/AliceMasonArtis

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In Love with Where I Am

For as long as I can remember I have been pursued by wanderlust,  pulling me gently away by the hair..

However this past year I have been forced to be thankful for the beauty of where I live and every day I try to walk, whether through sun, rain, mud or snow.  Today was the hardest walk of them all. From Hastings old town through Ecclesbourne Glen to the rocky beaches only accessible by precipitous paths on foot.  It was the most challenging walk, although the sun was beautiful,  the air blessedly cool with no wind at all. The mud made it even harder on the incrediby steep rocky paths, trying to navigate in wellies.  Pretty humbling.  At times I felt defeated, but it was so worth it when I climbed that final hill and threw myself on the grass just before the sun went down.

Ellie
Ollie
Lauren, Ellie and Ollie
Hastings old town from the East Hill
The Shell House, Winchelsea beach

Me in Bexhill in the cold month of January
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The Red House

The Red House. Painted in a day. Inspired by a walk to a beautiful watermill in Pett, East Sussex. Set in spring.

https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/953754598/the-red-house?ref=shop_home_active_1

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