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, April 6, 2013


Marrakech 40 x 30 cm


Through the gate comes a donkey pulling a cart of
   God Knows What
a man with two green monkeys, a trio of petit
   bourgeois French women, temporary henna
doodles on their forearms and wrists and here comes William Burroughs
   riding in on the breath of his latest fix mere seconds
before noticing he’s, like, in the wrong medina, man
   smell of cumin, smell of chili powder, of sweat and horse dung
smell of dried mud and rotting fruit, musky incense drifting
   into a sweetish subterranean odor of human excrement
Paul Bowles on the roof top of the Hotel de Paris
   firing up his trusty hash pipe
several decapitated heads rolling across La Place like bowling balls
   in a shopping mall suburb of Ft. Worth, of Atlanta
   sound of bare hands on the skins of Saharan drums
oui, madame, what I have here in my hand—a fat writhing lizard— 
   is that rarest of aphrodisiacs—it works!
   a smell of hash, of wood smoke, of roasting meat     pink walls
everywhere, rose, ochre with reddish tints and pale orange, layers of peeling adobe
carpets pungent soaps shiny baubles snake skins the residue of a thousand espressos
   yes please guten tag come in bon jour bitte have some tea you
insult me with that price, hah hah, but still we are friends, non? oui? I have five children
a glee club from North Dakota moves cautiously through the portals of Club Med
   little boys calling out after them     
where you from? where you go? what you want?

* Djemaa el Fna, known as "La Place", is a large square at the edge of the medina of Marrakech.

Jimmy Page/Robert Plant - The truth explodes
Performing in Marrakech's Djemaa el Fna


  1. Brilliant! I LOVE this fusion! Because I've been there I know you captured it with the art, poetry AND music!!
    Another time maybe write about the SOUND of Djemaa el Fna, especially at night......

  2. Thank you, Ruthie!
    It IS quite a phantastic place, the Place! ;-)
    I loved hearing the drums in the night.


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