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.

Sunday, June 23, 2013

Walking

Und noch einmal Heimgarten - Heimgarten revisited 38,5 x 48,5 cm






RISK MANAGEMENT

If you walk over from Camogli
to Portofino you will see people there
you won’t like and who will not like you.
Sweaty in muggy heat, wearing
cut-offs, hiking shoes, a day-pack
full of provisions(cheaper)you look
across the miniscule piazza at the rich
and their yachts the thing about
the rich you point out to your girlfriend
who’s struggling to suppress a yawn
a struggle which is
turning her face into a sort of quivering jello or pudding 
the thing about the rich 

is that they will always be with us.
A very private chorus of angels
cries out, “Bravo, bello, bravissimo!”
                                               I have bad hair,
you say, I carry my lunch around in Tupperware.

And they will always despise me for that. Use conditioner,
she advises, yawning thickly, and let them
eat off gold plate or paper plate,
who cares?

Later that evening
you are having dinner at a trattoria in Sestri Levante. She
chooses the “surprise” menu, and you, something
tasty but unchallenging. Her Primo is pasta pimped
with primary hues, her Secondo a sumptuous piece of lemon
nudging grilled sea bass. Fruit, grappa, then coffee.

The waiter looks at you with pity,
looks at your girlfriend with
substantially more of the same.

Well past midnight and back at your hotel in
Monterosso you listen to her breathe. Slow, even,
unconscious breaths. There’s a nightingale outside
the window. Deeper, further into the night
a couple is groaning, urging each other on
to greater performance, inspiring you
to reach across, wake her up, touch her into life. 
But you hesitate, wondering how she’d react, and as uncertainty
hardens, takes over, a thousand crickets reclaim the night. 





 Imogen Heap and Jeff Beck
Blanket

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