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, October 12, 2014


Hagebutte - Dog Rose 39 x 39 cm


Let’s go to the movies
and be someone else for a change.
Self is a burden, we are restless,
we are human, we are restless.
Brad and Angelina let’s be them for a while
or a good not merely good looking Gregory Peck
in To Kill A Mockingbird, a man who does his utmost
and says Yes Sir in such an emphatic fashion
that he must be ironic (right?) but we know that
irony isn’t what he’s about he’s about Justice
is celluloid proof that liberalism ennobles
and I would love to be Warren Beatty in Shampoo
he who manages to have sex with an especially obtuse Republican
businessman’s wife, his mistress and his daughter
—talk about hat trick, talk about Triple Crown—
who’s played by Carrie Fisher, masterpiece of a
precocious high school senior in blue jean cut-offs
or classic tennis whites I don’t remember exactly
who consumes contraceptives and aces physics French
chemistry and is bound for Stanford where she’ll go to bed with
only those professors who can actually teach her something
new which is a mix of back story and conjecture and wishful thinking
and has nothing to do with the movie I would like to be in
and then there’s the The Big Lebowski of course the
“Dude” not brilliant by a long-shot this slacker’s slacker
enthusiastically addicted to bowling and White Russians
and yet he’s almost a new category of human being
complete and perfected in his not entirely indispensable
uniqueness & I’d like to be Michael Corleone
when he finds his vocation & dons the mask
of cold judgment as one of his henchmen leans
forward & whispers in Al Pacino’s (Michael Corleone’s) ear that
all of his rivals have been rubbed out, which is good, they’re a nasty lot
& Pacino looking impassive and utterly Sicilian like fate
itself walking out of an alley-way in Palermo flipping a coin
a young man, probably in his late 20’s, and that’s the contrast
that makes it stick, relative youth crossing over to the Dark Side
which is not a good place to be but a place we like to visit
sometimes because we are restless and we are human, we are restless.

To Kill a Mockingbird
Opening Credits - composer Elmer Bernstein

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