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, January 26, 2014

Foreign Intrigue

Dancing the Night Away 40 x 30 cm





TRIPPING

The edge of a periphery, the blind old
sky scrawled upon by cook fires—smells good, looks weird.
But all I have to do is close my eyes half-way and  
   do the radio talk fandango, Rush at rush hour,
for it to remind me of Oklahoma City
                         on a sultry afternoon.
Blueprint for disaster? We just might have one
or two left over from the last one. Let me check. Yep,
a career of some sort does seem to beckon
through the wood smoke: glitter of poplars,
opium deserts, feckless self-created experts
in a cluster-fuck of mutual confusion, collusion—you’ll fit right in.

Here’s what happened. Special Ops
                          transmitted grid coordinates, and a rare variety   
   of shit hit the fan. It took
years to clean up and a treatise or two (“think tanks”), but now
                                    the flanks of smoking camels
(ever addictive) loom on a mountain ridge the color of
a suburban sofa, i.e., beige, and we like it here, could
be, not on, but BE the cutting edge of something interesting
if only we can stick it out. So, fill the pipe, my love,
my dark-eyed friend, remind music she’s heiress to
                        the wind, and that the river of life in these parts  
burns with a million fevers no tablet can cure. 




Led Zeppelin - Kashmir

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