The Melancholy of Grey

The melancholy of grey

When there are no slanted beams

Of light

Where the walk along the country lane

Is simply for the action of left and right

When you look for beauty

And it exists for you momentarily

In a row of red berries

Juxtaposed against the evergreen

And the changing leaves in the windless trees are a form of consolation

As even the sheep in the damp field

Look at you askance as you pass them.

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Warm Afternoon

A painting on canvas board in my etsy shop.

Measures 30 cm by 40 cm.

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The Green Night

The green night was silent

As they slipped from the red house

Too confining to contain them


Warm moonlit air embraced shadowy bodies

Now kissed by the cool grass,

Still wet from midsummer rain


I’m lost, she said softly, though she knew he was sleeping

But I will remember this,

No matter what lies ahead

I keep moments like objects in a special file

That can never be corrupted


She spoke to the moon, who kept her counsel

Long, whispered soliloquys


Then the sound of the piano, her mother’s voice, the scent of night jasmine

Her children’s faces, their laughter

And the sound of the sea

Entered her dreamscape


The veil slipped

And she drifted off

Beyond the trees

Into the green.


Poem and painting by Alice Mason

All works are my copyright

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Illustrations / commercial art work

Here are some of my commercial works for illustrations, logos, book covers, album covers etc.  I am always available for commissions.  Email: for a quote or to discuss.  All works are my copyright.  Copyright Alice Mason 2019


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Late Summer

The earth stopped me in my tracks today

As I set out for a walk

Sometimes I can just feel it

As I step out of the door

A different and altered state


I know it’s coming as I head up the road and turn the corner

Onto the cliff path

And as I arrive above the sea

It announces itself with quiet fanfare

Iridescent shimmering alive soft


Shoals of fish move as my eyes try to follow them

On the land, cabbage white butterflies dart and hover

Blackberries in abundance

The land whispers

A seagull calls


The sheep are not in the field

Moved to another field, I see them across the valley

Things to do, my mind jumps to daily details

What to make for supper

How to paint a certain commission

Should I be doing more?



This moment is life

It’s what we are born for

Don’t rush through it

Sit, look, feel

How quickly life passes

These late summer moments are everything


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The Six Faces of the Feminine

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Green Tara


Deeply inspired by my recent trip with friends to the Centro Budista o Sel Ling in Soportujar, Las Alpujarras, I just had to paint Green Tara.  She is available in my etsy shop. All images on this blog are strictly my copyright.

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Green Tara painting

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The Waterfall, Salto de Paula

Terre at the waterfall

We found a waterfall that had previously been hidden and made accessible. It was finding heaven. Our cups ran over. It was everything.

Moments are precious and fleeting, but also eternal. Feel them. We later chanted Adi Shakti under the shade of a vast chestnut tree in front of a sacred mountain on a threshing floor.

When I returned home yesterday, I unpacked and went into the living room and N was watching Easy Rider, because Peter Fonda had recently passed away, and at the moment I walked in, it was the point in which the men were swimming in the lake to the sound of the sitar film score, tuned to the same key as Adi Shakti. It was yin/ yang. Wild men reflecting my thoughts of us women; mirroring my ponderings about how often the universe reflects back to us our vibration and feeling.

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An unforgettable workshop/retreat in Spain. Explorations of the Wild Feminine.

Explorations of the Wild Feminine, an Art Retreat.

What can I say about something so moving, so life-changing as this?  It was more than an art retreat.  Even in the intense heat of August in Jaen province, tucked away within the endless mountains of olive groves is Cortijo Las Salinas, a beautiful old farmhouse, lovingly restored and with Roman origins.  Each room is carefully and thoughtfully considered, with beautiful views.

We had twice-daily circles, where we shared our truths in safety and love.  We held space for each other.  There were tears.  As a woman who has many friends, I used to think this is something I frequently do, but it is not.  Our lives are so busy and caught up in details.  We are deeply private.  Some things we never discuss.  We talked about our lives and experiences as women.  We shared so much as women’s lives often contain similar patterns, themes, paths.  Terre read poetry, writings, thoughts. She held space in strength, love and vulnerability.  We all wrote, we had guided meditations led by Terre, and these meditations informed our paintings.  Terre guided us through the process of intentional creativity.

We painted every day, so in flow and reverence, to our work and all we had assimilated through our women’s circles, meditations and writings.  Steffi taught us yoga in the mornings and performed gong baths, reciting poetry before and after.  Oh my goodness, I have chills even thinking about those gong baths.  The intense power of the sound of those gongs, within the mountains; rococheting, echoing, altering, cleansing, moving, shifting..  Steffi also held a Kundalini  yoga class, chanting Adi Shakti while the full moon rose over the mountains.

There was so much laughter.  The vegetarian food was nutricious and delicious.   I gave a workshop of the landscape and the sacred feminine in nature.  We walked with wonderful writer Chris Stewart in Granada, in some places I had never seen.  Mysterious places, magical places.  The home of Spanish composer Manuel de Falla was a delight.  The day was blissfully cool as Granada in August, the heat can be fierce, but it was perfect.

Sometimes I had to escape from the group and walk to the top of the mountain behind the cortijo in early morning, to the Balcon de Don Rafael to take in the extraordinary, strangely Seurat-esque, pointillist olive-dotted vastness of the landscape for at least a hundred miles, or so it seems from up there..  I am a private person, and want to experience things alone sometimes, so in the cool of the early morning I made my way up to the top in slippy sandals, as the land was so dry it was sometimes like skating.  Note to self:  bring hiking shoes and/or poles next time.

After the retreat, many of us traveled together to Las Alpujarras mountains, slightly further south, and settled in Bubion, a high mountain white village,  with water running from fuentes everywhere.  The sound of water, the healing, life-giving vibration from it gave the village a cleansing feeling and we walked through labrynthine pathways, under tinaos, places built for shade, sat in cafes, walked up and down mountainsides.  We walked from Ferreirola to Atalbeitar, stopping to drink from the gazeosa spring, with effervescent iron-rich water.  Then to the incredible waterfall, the Salto de Paula, bathing in its freezing iron-rich waters.  The heat was often intense and fierce. I often felt on the verge of heat-stroke, but learned somehow to temper it through soaking myself in cold  water at any opportunity, and once after a particularly hot walk just threw myself into a horse trough surrounded by thirsty wasps, miraculously escaping their stings, and much to the bemusement of the village children.

We visited the Green Tara statue at the rarefied Buddhist Temple O Sel Ling, near Soportujar.  The drive up there was hair-raisingly precipitous, on hairpin bends on narrow dirt tracks with no barriers.  We climbed further still, to the Tibetan prayer wheels and prayer flags fluttering in the breeze.  We chanted Adi Shakti together on the threshing floor (Era) at Ferreirola in front of the mountains.  Three weeks I will never forget.

Some photos of our magical women’s art and exploration retreat in Andalucia in Spain.  For more info, or to be on our mailing list email:

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Such a transformative experience working with Terre Cerridwyn on an intentional creativity workshop on the wild feminine in Spain. Held at Cortijo Las Salinas in Jaen, we painted, used guided meditation experienced gong baths, yoga, flamenco, dance, a tour of Granada with writer Chris Stewart, poetry writing, sharing our stories. With nourishing food and deep connection, it was deeply revealing and moving in every way.I gave a class on the Landscape and the Sacred Feminine in Nature.


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So much beauty



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