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, December 1, 2013

Hotter than Hell

When we chose the music for  this Greek blog post we were again reminded of how strange and nice it is that we have a very similar music taste even though we grew up so far apart from each other - two worlds basically. AND we both love the Mediterranean! So here goes: Some Greek music for you.

So far up 38,5 x 28,5 cm


There’s a whisper in the pine woods. Very pretty.
Makes you want to write poems. Then it sounds
like girls in flip-flops and kitchen clogs
on the steps of The Quaintest Taverna
You Ever Saw. Your quill begins to molt. Soon, sprawled
in the hot dust, bloated like some sexual insect,
you can’t even walk anymore. Girls tumble by, fanning the world
with their thin cotton dresses and shadow-casting
eye lashes. The thick blossoms of oleander bushes
smell like scorched milk and on the rocks below the cliffs
where an odor of burning jasmine lingers the women too
are burning in the sun. Seen from the old town walls
the hills on the other side of the gulf, violet
and smoky, are on fire as you crawl off into the shade, seeking relief—
an old man perched on a donkey smiles at you, lips parched, eyes
damp with pity, and says, “The heat, it is like Africa.” 

Aphrodite's Child - The Four Horsemen

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