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.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

The Passing

Im dunklen, dunklen Wald - In the dark, dark Forest 30 x 24 cm


others fall away like chaff,
like confetti
in a party’s aftermath.
Always have. Maybe you miss
the ambiguity of their smiles, the pinpoint accuracy
of their charm. Or maybe not. Nonetheless 

it does seem unjust that we have to 
bite the dust, cash in our chips, or
as the Germans put it, lay down the spoon, just
one more ego, fat with fantasy, consigned to the void.
Some wish that instead of kicking they could just go away   
for a while then return to their lives refreshed, even enhanced,
as after a few weeks in a Tibetan monastery, or
a single night in some plush bordello of the Belle Epoch.

Think of the expense. A  crowd gathering  
itself together like the remnants
of a lost tribe, clamoring for food and drink.
All of that attention gone to waste.
A stranger in Birkenstocks reading from
the HOLY BIBLE—is there any other kind? Evidently he
prefereth the King James Version. Still, the exit is plainly marked.

 Nina Simone - My baby just cares for me


  1. Love the dark dark forest! The poem is though provoking and I am moving to the music as I type. Thank you. Love


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