In this blog we will share with you our vision of beauty, balance, harmony.

As Mark Leach writes in his book Raw Colour with Pastels: “Sound is all around us, and it is musicians who refine that sound into something of beauty. As a painter, I have always felt that my purpose is to craft colour in a similar way, to see through the confusion and seek harmony and beauty.”

And we add: Words, fragments of sentences, spoken noise is all around us, and Ken arranges words in such a way as to capture beauty in the accidental, the ambient soundtrack of life.

Thursday, November 15, 2012


Today it is time for the Alps, the mountains - where we love to climb and hike.  Bavaria is the place where we frequently go. Not only is it inspiring but it also clears out all the big city toxins. 

Ken's poem is about the physical/sensual experience of the Alps whereas my painting is, well, the visual side of the experience.

We also include a little video of the American singer Erika Stucky who provides the audio portion of this post. She grew up in San Francisco and moved to Switzerland where her ancestors came from. She is both a jazz singer and a yodler.

Geisler Gruppe, Südtirol, Northern Italy 38 x 37,5 cm


Every room smells like smoked meat, thick
skinned, scabby looking hams hanging from hooks
in the imagination, for you cannot see them. Only their
fragrance abides, like an elusive lover’s, just out of reach.
A girl’s voice, stubbornly archaic, climbs higher
than your aching legs have climbed this lovely day
the lyric wrapped in a mountain dialect
too dense to penetrate. Between songs she’s texting
her boy friend perhaps while a strung out cluster of cattle,
heads bobbing submissively, straggles
past the stained-glass windows of our pension. In a few moments
we will be eating one of their kin, slaughtered then
pounded into further submission by the cook, dipped in egg
and flour then dropped in sizzling fat, or dressed in onion, or draped
in white sauce stippled with peppercorns—
dead meat disguised as
Wiener Schnitzel, Rostbraten, pepper steak
is still dead meat. Our desire is itself delicious. The girl’s voice
moves through the raftered room
like a delayed echo of appetite
come back for more.

Erika Stucky does her mountain thing!

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