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, March 22, 2015


Sommerfeld - Summerfield 38,5x28,5 cm pastel/watercolour


      You know that feeling
in February when you can’t remember
how you felt in June or the sweet
and sour sort of tropical languor of July,
the sweat and bitchery of it all, how you’ve
forgotten that too, concupiscent interactions,
slow nights of drinking beer on
a sidewalk outside the old elementary school, even the thought
of inadvertently touching a stranger’s slippery skin
an absolute no go, and now here’s a perfect day  
dream reminiscent of a cartoon in the 
New Yorker or Playboy, circa 1970s, in which some poor
slob’s crawling toward a mirage of breasts and palm
leaves, a very tall drink chilling out on a poolside table
next to the girl, girls, many girls everywhere
each as compliant as a politician at a fund raiser
and that’s you, dude, you’re the one sipping gin tonic
in this insipid little fantasy when outside ice crunches
beneath strangers’ boots—in March no less. Tiny violets,
premature, fragile as infants, smothered in a bed of instant snow,
radiator dead, hot water thing busted: can summer be far behind?

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