There and Here

There exists within me some kind of urgency in both the need to make art, to travel to certain places and to walk.  To commune with the earth, by walking on it, making pathways, making tracks and connections.  I think of the songlines of the aboriginal people.  When I walk, I also imagine new paintings and sometimes the ideas are grown, like new neural pathways.  As we make new pathways in the land, we make neural pathways in the brain.  We grow ideas, paintings, poems.  Sometimes it’s like a march, and it can be quite repetitive, and I am fortunate in that where I live, I can walk out of the door, up the lane and onto the cliff path above the sea.  That horizon is like food for the soul and as I gaze out to sea, I enjoy the change in colour, and in England, it is often changeable.  It always surprises me how much traffic is passing through the English channel:  huge cargo boats, small fishing boats and on a still day, sailing boats for the pure pleasure.

Then there is this need to travel to southern Spain.  Which is also a kind of need to be alone, interspersed with connections with others.  It used to be other places:  Greece, France,  California, Arizona, Nevada, the desert, then France again.  Now it’s Spain, and has been for some time, and when I ‘found’ the Alpujarra, I felt it was perhaps the best place, or at the very least, the place that would continue to fascinate me for many years.  The sublime mystery and magic of and in those mountains is something that feels ancient, bewitching, fascinating, numinous, elemental..   I want to know about the history, the threshing floors, ancient trade routes, mysterious pathways, abandoned places, the curanderos, the ancient ways of life that can still be seen :  donkeys carrying firewood, people riding horses, (completely unlike the way they ride them in England which is something bourgeois, or a lifestyle thing.)  In Spain it’s for transport, humble and simple, yet proud.  I want to know what’s around the next mountain or over it.  I want to connect with the mountain, walk barefoot, meditate with it, become part of it..    I recently had a revelation, when walking alone on a pathway.  I sat on a warm rock, the sun was low in the sky, it had been a hot day.  I sat there for some time and felt a unity that I had not felt since I was a young woman, actually in Crete, again walking alone barefoot on a vast warm rock, overlooking the Mediterranean.  I felt completely and utterly present and in the moment, not thinking ahead or backwards, but here, now.  These moments are healing, and I rarely feel them in England.  Life feels too frenetic.  I can feel the energy and drive, or stress from others.  Spain is like medicine, or a lover, and a world away from the frenzied energy of the UK.

Light and space.  I love driving in Spain too.  The vast roads, taking me through the landscape.  I have a nomadic blood group.  I used to think that my favourite thing to do, was walking out of places.  Setting off..  I think it still is.  Apparently there is this thing called a nesting gene, and I often wonder if I lack this, which is quite a challenge, being a ‘wife’ and mother.  Well, I have never liked the word wife, for so many reasons.  I couldn’t be a more loving mother though, but I think my children (one is an adult,) understand their gypsy mother.  My husband is someone who definitely has the nesting gene.  What does a nesting gene even look like?  How did they find out about it?  Is it shaped like a house?  Does it even exist?

When I return from my sojourns, it takes me about three days to land.  For three days, my being is in a twilight zone between there and here.  I am here, but I am also there.  Suspended.  Sometimes at night, I’ll wake up and ‘see’ mountains all around me.  Still enchanted by mountain magic.  Everything will be coloured by a golden haze..  Landing, becoming ‘back here’ inevitably involves walking the land again.  Then I can re-find my still-point, paint, and see friends, and go out and hear live music and feel the creative buzz that England offers me, yet always planning my next trip.


About alicemason1

Artist, painter. All works on this blog are my copyright. Do not use any works for your own websites, commercial ventures or publicity. If you would like to ask permission to use any works for your own ventures, please email me: or contact via this blog. Again, ALL WORKS ARE MY COPYRIGHT. Ask permission, and I will ask for a donation. Artists need to earn a living. Always credit an artist when you have obtained permission. I am an artist, illustrator and mother and live by the sea in the south east of England. I paint every day and am inspired by nature, mysticism and consciousness.. I hold art retreats in southern Spain. These retreats are for lovers of nature, art, walking, mountains, creativity, dance, music, yoga and meditation. I work alongside other artists to bring about these retreats. All works on this blog are my copyright. Do not use for your own purposes. If you would like to buy rights to use an image, please contact me on or visit my Etsy shop. My Etsy shop:
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