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, September 7, 2014

5,672 miles from Home

3 Flowers 50 x 20 cm mixed media


Climbing a hill on the outskirts of Stuttgart
in late April, actually we were sort of
swerving, being young, like atoms in that grand poem
by Lucretius, handbook for enlightened
atheists, forsythia blooming
yellow all around us, apple trees soft
with white blossom and a beer garden
hundred meters or so above us
whose gate we found closed and locked.
There was a sign that told us why, but I couldn’t
read it: being a foreigner makes you instantly illiterate.
A radical reduction of related intellectual skills as well.
After a while even a kind of insanity becomes the norm.
Flowers trembling in a sympathetic breeze anyway—
Keats would have loved it, would have had
 a 19thcentury Romantic conniption which might have
led to “Ode on Swabia”—but still no cold beer.
Five minutes later, it seemed, and it’s Carnival in Stuttgart.   
No shortage of anything cold. The parade outside Clara’s or
was it Sarah’s office window just above the K√∂nigsstrasse?
Early February, revelers wearing feathered masks
in the dark, blowing off pagan steam. Your friend was  
all alone and we talked. You two taking turns rushing off
to the WC. Spiked punch filling low capacity bladders.  
Then you were back, and she wasn’t, whispering moistly 
in my ear “Did you kiss her?” Strangers smooching in the shadows,
conducting instant love affairs in cobbled courtyards. In offices.   
Then you gave me a look that said—or at least I think it said—
”She will tell everyone you are boring.” I don’t think so,  
I answered in my thoughts—not if SHE kissed me. 

R.E.M. - Half a World Away

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