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, July 28, 2013


38 Celsius - 100.4 Fahrenheit 18 x 40 cm


O girls of Iowa, of Idaho and Nebraska,
sliding your thunder thighs through the wheat
fields of Ohio and Indiana, girl gods,
gaudy girls in an Ezra Pound
poem about big girls of the Big Ten
going out for a drive
on a humid Illinois afternoon, coming back   
five-minutes later toting bags of glazed doughnuts,
O Nancy and Sissy, Shawn and Peggy Sue
on a heedless plunge into a cataract of
empty calories, wheezing over your eats
like antique Hoovers
while we admire the Pillsbury  
tuck n’ roll of your Swedish,
of your Polish and German skin.
Lean management is like a slogan stuck to
an anorexic’s bumper,
right between banana split
and Christmas turkey, each x-ed out
with a double slash of red magic marker.
Cut the fat off everything essential
and you’re asking for trouble. Who says
our girls can be trained to go without? Someone in a dim factory
is transforming, just for them, animal fat into an edible chip.
Their mission is to ingest it. TV’s on, the remote’s ready.
Farewell lean management, au Revoir vegetable pudding.

Smooth - Santana feat. Rob Thomas

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