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, August 11, 2013


Mallorca - Majorcan Forest 48 x 34 cm

                                                         Berlin, Winter, 2011

A few things I miss about America:
the breadth of its roads. The depth of its oceans. And that
we Americans call aubergines egg plants. Which seems to follow
some surrealist/Da Da dictum on the pairing of technically dissimilar
objects…or something big like that.

Americans today wouldn’t vote for anyone with whom
they couldn’t sit down and drink a beer and share a few
laughs at the expense of, say, whole land masses
and selected cross-sections of society.
                                                     Or a glass of exquisitely rounded
if slightly oak-heavy Napa(68%)-Sonoma(32%)chardonnay
at the Café Mediterenee, Telegraph Avenue, Berkeley, Ca. 94716

A German wouldn’t drink a beer with anyone whom he hadn’t known
   for at least three years.
Nor play tennis with his boss. And would outright reject the proposition
that egg and plant could be equal parts of anything. Even nominally.

Except perhaps as an omelette. With cheese. And a touch of garlic.
Exquisite with a glass of Napa-Sonoma chardonnay, etc.

An American would play tennis with his boss, but probably
not sleep with the man’s wife. Unless she asked him to.

A German or Swiss or Austrian might sleep with his boss’s wife
but would never consider having a beer with him.

Europeans would find it culturally impossible to play a
game of one-on-one basketball with president Obama: protocol, etc.

More than a few Europeans however would love to play one-on-one
B-ball with George Clooney. Then expect to sleep with
him afterwards. Or at least eat an exquisite omelette
on a terrace(with view and ample shade)of his Como palazzo.

I don’t know anyone, European or American, who’d want
to sleep with Sylvio Berlusconi. Except for a few thousand
seventeen-year olds with urgent liquidity issues.

Or drink a beer with him.

Americans find almost nothing culturally impossible.
Which is another thing I almost miss.

Philip Glass - Opening Glassworks

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