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.

Monday, June 30, 2014

The White Stripes and the Thirty Year War

untitled 50 x 64 cm oil/ink/oilpastel






AS IF…
                                                         for Heinrich Heine                

As if we were on stage together     
with Jack White and a recently resur-
rected Jimmi Hendrix and were strumming
some strange tandem guitar-like thing  
as Jimmi and Jack struggled to keep up  
an assortment of groupies oiled and ready 
and sandwiches and cold beer awaiting us                                                                       
backstage the entire retinue impossibly high

as if the morning were like a girl on
one of those vast expensive sidewalks
in the Kurf├╝rstendamm and mounted
atop a stack of pallets she’s munching
strawberries in voluptuous slow-mo
as if she were all alone in the world
as if we were all alone in the world as

if five of your best enemies were hanging  
from various fruit trees in the front yard
as if the aftermath of a battle fought  
in the Thirty Years War had taken up exactly  
half of your property as if your neighbors were   
scandalized by all this unexpected mayhem    
as if what they thought mattered anyway.





The White Stripes - Seven Nation Army

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Greetings from Kaminibassi


Kaminibassi 18 x 24 cm ├ľlpastell - c/o Karin Goeppert




WHILE YOU WERE OUT

The trees were offering their support.
They signaled this by shaking out the light in their leaves.
I watched a jogger steam past; a multiply tattooed girl
in unlaced combat boots sweep the door step
of a tavern, smoking and muttering beautifully,
her mind a mess but obviously still functioning;
traffic thickening in a bottleneck. You are trying
to decipher my message, wondering if you should
just give up, maybe go out for a beer, perhaps talk to the
neighbor you’ve been avoiding for a year or longer
because he always looks as if he has bad news for you
but is asking himself whether it’s worth it,
whether you really need to know
that the land lord is contemplating a substantial rent increase,
that a three-generational family of Serbian gypsies 
is moving into the apartment upstairs next month,
or that your wife receives a male visitor every Tuesday morning
during “home office,” and that you just might be better off,
in the end, clueless if relatively content, an occasional reader
of what life was up to while you were out.




Schumann - Piano Concerto 1st movement 
performed by Dang Taih Son
Paavo Jarvi conducts l'Orchestre de Paris