Author Archives: alicemason1
Secret Spaces
When I was a child, I used to have a recurring dream, wherein I was in a huge house, an old stone building and there was a secret door that only I knew about. I would enter the door and … Continue reading
Autumn
Autumn. An original painting in my etsy shop. All works are my copyright.
The Green Night
An original acrylic painting on canvas on heavyweight paper in my etsy shop. All works are my copyright. https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/649245673/the-green-night Sometimes I get a song I play over and over while painting. Although during this painting I wanted to echo the feeling … Continue reading
Words and images
Words are powerful. In an age of social media, blogging and the internet in general, words are used constantly. They are used as weapons, and as healing salve. Words are encoded in us, it is my feeling. Meaning, I cannot … Continue reading
Ingerland
England.. Land of austerity, Brexit, ‘ Get a Grip’ campaigns, where we are told to send our children to school unwell to keep up attendance numbers. Land ruled by the Nasty party, selling off our NHS, destroying our libraries, dismantling … Continue reading
Meditative Art Retreat
Meditative Art Retreat. November 3rd – 10th 2018 My next art retreat/workshop will be in a beautiful bohemian rustic mountain farmhouse in Orgiva, Las Alpujarras in southern Spain. One of the most beautiful locations I have ever seen. The accommodation … Continue reading
Travelling
It is before familiarity sets in that we are most alive and porous to our environment, our relationships, and even ourselves. If you’ve ever gone travelling with a backpack, you’re familiar with this magic. Travelling where we don’t know anyone, … Continue reading
Displacement
It’s not often my great friends are here when I am, but yesterday two of my dearest ones and their son were in Malaga for a couple of days. We met at the beach, at a beachside restaurant and sat … Continue reading
Belonging
Belonging and longing are strange bedfellows. They seem to coexist within me throughout my life.. Maybe it’s because of my nomadic childhood with restless parents, but nevertheless they are there like guests in the house of my being, and somehow … Continue reading
