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.

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Flow Chart

Flow Chart 60 x 80 cm - acryl on board


Which is a good place for anyone
to be--it’s so hot--beneath the trees, dozing
in some dreamless void of foliage and dirt,
dealers pacing the shadows
and grinning full of hope.
A raw whiff of garlic something
or other from Bardolino’s open kitchen
window reeks of the good life,
a fishing village, say, in southern Italy
animal eyed people with white smiles
gesticulating all over the place.
The pink domes under which they seem to live.
Limestone, olives, a fiasco of counterfeit
Chianti and lots of time to drink it.

Go on tell us one more time how summer
can only mean Pink Floyd live in the Stadt-
park, Hamburg, you and I drinking beer
on our new balcony, eating take-out
chicken curry, getting off on all that
lunatic music for free. I think
the primroses were a dusty pink—you like to say—
the lilacs just about kaput. So was it summer,
or late spring? The sun flaming out behind the trees.
The music clear as a fount.

Pink Floyd - Time

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