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, February 9, 2014

I am still here

Abenddämmerung Luberon - Nightfall Luberon Oil pastel 38,5 x 28,5 cm
Thank you for the image, Marie-France Oosterhof


Okay, where’s the list? The day’s deeds
need a story-board at least, a rough script.
Won’t do a thing otherwise. Even

read the obituaries: scumbag scion
of family billions kicks at 82—in his sleep!
Never worked a proverbial day, etc.

Still, who would want to agonize over
what claret to drink, or have fits when some neo-
phyte fucks up cigar etiquette? What about tie knots?

I don’t know a Windsor from a Waterloo though
it’s time to water plants then spray them while I whisper
Bob Marley to a big ole nasty rasta-fern shedding

crispy bits of itself all over the carpet. Now it’s time    
to read Dante to the cats: they lap 
   up the lush vernac-
ular of Tuscany as if it were a bowl of cream. Beg the neigh-

bor for an onion. Gag on his apathy: don’t care what I need
it for? What kind of sauce I’ll  turn into an oil slick?
The windows are next. But I don’t think so. Nothing out

there to see anyway. And they’re not even on my list. Oh Christ
just got a glimpse of the hollow man, treading past his
darkened reflection, dust rag in hand, looking for that fatal flaw.

2 Wicky - Hooverphonic

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