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, March 23, 2014

Back to the Garden

Der Garten - The Garden 39 x 25 cm Acryl/Pastel on wood


Climbing under the blanket
on the back lawn, more or less
in our underwear, was not
a gesture of defiance designed to
annoy alarm or disgust
the neighborhood zombies—
I prefer to label it
maturity put on layaway. For a long time.
It’s still there, I think, feathered in dust, moldering
on a rusty shelf with microwaves and crystal balls.
Then there was Animush, meaning either
“peace pipe” or “war path” in Apache,
German shepherd
mixed with some other breed
manic with celebration, dancing around
the Incredible Moving Blanket while a mega spider
its puffy partially collapsed beer belly
the color of a soiled cotton ball
loomed weirdly in its broken web—a noticeably decadent
monster, like a character in top hat out of Huysman or Proust
                  cruising the Moulin Rouge
feasting on young girls from the provinces
just as we feasted on tomatoes & cucumbers
fresh from Denny’s garden and coated in
oil of sassafras, Italian vinegar, or lemon juice.
I think I was reading an introduction
to the Eros of Art or was it the Art of Eros
and you were reading the Palm of God,
sighing all the way through, astonished by its size,
its deep crevice of solitude.


Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young

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