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 23, 2014

Women at Work

Früchte - Fruit 18,5 x 24,5 cm Oilsticks


After having read Maryann Didriksen's blog post on oil sticks I thought it might be something for me to try out. After some searching around I was able to find them here in Berlin. It was an exhiting experience to paint with them and to my absolute delight I was even able to work in oil pastels and soft pastels.  It is a great way to get away from painting too tightly.

Nachdem ich Maryann Didriksen's blog post über Ölsticks gelesen habe wollte ich diese auch ausprobieren. Nach einigem Suchen hab ich sie tatsächlich hier in Berlin gefunden. Es war wirklich eine aufregende Erfahrug mit ihnen zu Malen und zu meinem Entzücken konnte ich sogar mit meinen Ölpastell und den Pastellkreiden in die Ölfarbe malen.





THE SOUND OF PEACE

The women won’t walk through
the olive trees alone. There are
soldiers down there with nothing to do.
It’s the same in every war. The women’s
noses twitching at the stink of strange men,
at the very thought of that stink. They harvest 
what they can from orchards and from gardens 
in forest clearings, picking clean the larders
of busted up farm houses. Sometimes one or
two of them hoards a piece of meat for a
child’s baptism, pagan festival, some prophet’s
birthday. The truly starving will eat anything,
doesn’t matter what, even each other. The Irish have
known hunger, the Russians at Leningrad, Ukraine, 
millions under Mao. Where do you stop? The village baker
is either dead or off killing someone, and so the  
women bake their own bread. You can smell it  
some mornings in the narrow lanes of the old town.
At the bottom of the olives is a small beach.
The children play down there when the soldiers are gone.
You can hear their voices blending with the wind. The sound of peace. 






Robert Schumann 3rd Symphony "Die Rheinische" 4th Movement
Conducted by Zoe Zeniodi  - Frost Symphony Orchestra

2 comments:

  1. Comment by David Burns: Brilliant painting and poem.
    The painting has such depth that I feel drawn into the area behind the fruit and can experience/see them from all angles.
    I'll have Patrick read/see the poem and painting when he gets up this morning, both are extraordinarily good.

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