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, August 24, 2014


The last Bunch 56 x 42 cm pastel painting by Karin Goeppert


This is light you can live in,
warmish, the color of northern ale,
emerging from the sweat bath of
July and early August, here in
the German speaking tropics, but as dry now
as a martini by Noel Coward. Berlin is not just in
but is a rain forest. Sinuses finally unblocked; a
beaker of sweet morning air before coffee and eggs. 
Season of not exactly mellow fruitfulness—we live in
a city of four-million after all—I’m walking in your midst
through the park with its moldy whiff—I can smell again!—
of mushroom and hash on suddenly cool air. Cyclist
shivering in t-shirt, Jogger with blue legs. Some people
just need a little more transition, okay? A few Muslim women,
in the open yet discreetly concealed, gathering pine cones,
plucking some really juicy ones from tree limbs: pine cone soup?
You love the cold months, nature gnarled and empty,  
nestled on the couch in candlelight, that’s you, a “cuppa”
Yorkshire Gold, the working woman’s brew, at your elbow.
Open cook book against blanketed knees. Cat turning
in slow, semi-conscious circle back to where he started from.
Streetlights on at four PM. Cold of morning staying the whole damn day.  

Vivaldi's 4 Seasons - Autumn
Julia Fischer, violin

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