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 10, 2014

La Grange in Buddha Land

Tulpen - Tulips 35 x 30 cm - Soft Pastel and acrylics on cotton/linen primed with fine sand gesso






FROM A PILGRIM’S JOURNAL

Do you remember how later that evening
the hot winds chafed us, how meditation
was so boring we fell asleep? All that time
trying to think about nothing. My knees hurt.
What exactly or not exactly were we doing
in loose garments, sandals, soft-spoken, humble?
Monks were kicking coconuts on the beach
and all I wanted to do was put my fist through a wall:
there is no “I”, they say, just a dream of self, some stickers—
“been there, done that” — on a steamer trunk, nothing inside
was what they asked us to meditate on. Plenum void.
Who was this nothing meditating on nothingness?
No one would say. They only smiled.
Mornings we swept the palm leaves into piles
of platonic perfection—concentrate! No task is unimportant!—
raked sand, swept out the kitchen, the afternoons smoky with
fires the monks and a few bored guests had ignited  
at the water’s edge; we listened to the soft waves—
sotto voce, semi-subliminal—waited for 
the magic to kick in. Way deep into the night I was almost sure
we had bodies, my love, but not a soul between us. 





La Grange - ZZ Top

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