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.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Untitled Orchard

Hain - Orchard 28,5 x 38,5 cm


Relatively coherent streams of thought
interrupted by a reluctant encounter
with the telephone: another day of distractions
inaugurated this time by a marketing survey.
Later, I’d swear that the man on one knee
on the balcony opposite my kitchen window
is not tying a shoe lace but making an offer of marriage
to some girl standing in the shadows, and I think she’s
smoking something, and he looking up at her as if she were
a fresco on the ceiling of paradise so lovely it’s almost
unbearable to behold, and there’s this bluesy trumpet intro by Miles Davis
prowling around in the back courtyard
like the ultimate cool cat himself, the main man
in an Italian suit and sunglasses, and I have the feeling that it’s
1956 all over again. Which can’t be right. So I put a small pot of water on to boil 
and try to figure out what I should
do next. The British would make tea,
the hungry boil an egg. I decide to let
the water cook till “I Wants to Stay Here” kicks in,
then propose marriage to the evening who’s 
slouching towards me right now, darkening, and faintly perfumed
by two damp poplars and a blossoming lime-tree. I won’t get
on my knees for anyone. That’s way too Jane Austen. But it sure is getting hot. 

 Miles Davis - Generique

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