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.

Friday, March 29, 2013

And now for something completely different

Wucherung - Growth 50 x 40 cm


The corner of a tarpaulin torn free by the wind.
A coastline of toothy fractals along which   
our dreams are assessed by a man with a tidy beard.
The fact that we know who made us and why. Our certainty, its thorns.

If only nerves could be covered by indestructible  
implants fashioned from a substance not subject
to import duties. Think of the turnover. Think of the
corner of a tarpaulin torn free by the wind, and what’s hiding beneath it.

Meanwhile a gorgeous volcano
is on the verge of eruption: Mina Filona, the
precocious virtuoso: her tantrum
midst the tangle of a cumbersome fugue.

And the commentator, crawling out from
beneath the wind-torn tarpaulin, says
” Nothing will ever be the same again.”

The Rite of Spring - Stravinsky
San Francisco Symphony Orchestra
conducted by Michael Tilson Thomas

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