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, April 27, 2014

Jupiter

Die Höhle - The Cave 40 x 50 cm mixed media





AUSTRO-HUNGARIAN MOMENT

Soggy morning on the outskirts
of Prague or Vienna—think of huge
pretzels big enough to hang around
an elephant’s neck, cakes and pastries
filled with whipped cream and jam, strudels
of such juiciness that the bearded among us
look befouled after only a few bites,
the blackest coffee, the blackest coffee ever brewed,
newspapers hanging like flags from the wall of a chandeliered cafe—
men in cloaks, little coffins with pistols, a doctor in frock
coat and top hat, called in from one of the season’s
more elaborate balls at which, evidently, physicians
were also needed. It’s ten paces, turn and shoot until
one of the dualists holds up a languid, white-gloved
hand and says, ”I’m not the man who insulted you last night.
That was my twin brother Edgar who even as we speak
is half-way to Nice on the Cote d’Azur Express. He has
enormous gambling debts as well which, in combination
with excessive consumption of Sekt and spirits, makes him, well,
say intolerable things to more or less perfect strangers.”
Something like this has happened to all of us before. We believed the
weather report. We went to that beach resort, that park famous for
its pick-nick areas and wading pools, the musical gazebos and dancing
polar bears, and it came down in buckets; when, against all expectation, all hope,
the whipped cream was canned and the apples sour. When even
Edgar wasn’t who we thought he was.




Mozart - 4th movement of the 41st (Jupiter) Symphony
Karl Böhm - Vienna Philharmonic

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