Author Archives: alicemason1

About alicemason1

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: alicejulietmason@gmail.com 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 alicejulietmason@gmail.com or visit my Etsy shop. www.alice-mason.net www.art-retreat-spain.com My Etsy shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/AliceMasonArtist

For L

My beloved Louisa. We were the self-declared Hexagonal groupies. Oh to find someone who loved jazz and music as much as I and to feel such emotion, passion and excitement for it. How we giggled and sparkled in each other’s … Continue reading

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Excerpt from chapter ‘The Blue of Distance,’ from ‘A Field Guide to Getting Lost’ by Rebecca Solnit.

Re-reading Rebecca Solnit’s  ‘A Field Guide to Getting Lost’, and the chapter The Blue of Distance. How she writes about the effect of geography on the psyche, the beauty of longing to be lost in a landscape where you have … Continue reading

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Rhapsody part 7

‘If you are in the garden, I will dress myself in leaves. If you are in the sea I will slide into that smooth blue nest, I will talk fish, I will adore salt. But if you are sad, I … Continue reading

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Motel

Strange motel in the Midlands Shakespeare’s land Working man’s club bar Existential emptiness of non-place Where the walls don’t know you The blandness of utilitarian furniture Magnolia walls TV on for company Things on the dressing table from home A … Continue reading

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The Lemon Tree

My painting ‘The Lemon Tree’.  A Mediterranean landscape with olive trees and mountains and a woman contemplating a lemon tree in a pot. All works on this blog are my copyright.  I am always open to commissions.  Email:  alicejulietmason@gmail.com My … Continue reading

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Forgotten memories

I was lying in bed and a nuance of thought triggered a memory that i had forgotten for years. I was once a model for the Festival International de la Coiffure in the Palais des Festivals in Cannes. I was … Continue reading

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Alice’s Garden

Alice’s Garden. A painting and an online painting course, to complete in your own time. There are 27 videos in all, taking you through the process and journey of this painting and how to paint it, or your own version … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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Warm Afternoon

A painting on canvas board in my etsy shop. Measures 30 cm by 40 cm. https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/728341066/warm-afternoon-original-painting?ref=shop_home_active_2

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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 … Continue reading

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