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, November 3, 2013

Caught in the Middle

Gefangen - Caught 23,5 x 29,5 cm






ON A VISIT OF POPE BENEDICT TO BERLIN

What about those Renaissance popes,
God bless ‘em, Borgias and Medici, and Julius 2,
the “warrior” pope, tormentor of Buonarroti,
leading his armies into the field? Think of mistresses,
catamites, long stretches of picturesque corruption.
So along came the last Pope with his grim looking
worried entourage of dark suits in sunglasses
with things in their ears, and even if
the Bishop of Rome is
unable to put an infantry division in the field
anymore, is more administrator than despot,
preserver of arcane ritual and curator of exquisite artifacts,
he’s still powerful enough to stop traffic
on a dime: whole boulevards swept clean of common
commuters, even side streets, making room 
for the Main Attraction’s motorcade
and outlying security detachments. Product managers blitzed on
caffeine had to walk to work in their expensive not meant to be
walked so far in shoes while sleek papal courtiers 
sweet talked the press and ate prime rib for lunch, every-
one, even elected officials and their
fresh haircuts—the mayor’s
“do” was especially well-wrought, with more bounce per ounce
than a new tennis ball—at least mimed the bent knee.
Yes, we are attentive when the Vicar of Christ speaks,
respectful even, for a while anyway, some of us
at least half-amazed, if politely mute about it,
that someone so important could seem so,
well, insignificant. But then sacred and secular are a little fuzzy
in my poor confused head: batmobile I can still cope with,
though I must confess—forgive me, father, etc.
   and a thousand “Hail Marys” to you too, dude—that  
popemobile goes way beyond my grasp of what’s holy in the moly.





REM - Loosing my Religion

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