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.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Coming Home

Reclining Figure 80 x 60 cm c/o Karin Goeppert


You deep read some pretty girl’s mangled syntax
as if it were a dissertation on the Metaphysical Poets.
Alone, the spectacle of her thighs invites sonnets and arias.
Curled up on her lap are your dirtiest thoughts,
brimming with ambition. But instead of making your day
she makes you put snow tires on her car, a cute
little import, and says “Thanks, “dad,” ” as she hands you ten bucks.

The mushrooms are ravishing: freckled, tinged ochre, shapely.
Some of them look like very attractive underwater creatures.
But only the reckless would eat them. The ignorant
or self-destructive. Just look at them. And what of those
other “shrooms”, the dried-out kind locked up in a baggy, which
if they could sing would sound just like the lovely Grace Slick?

I’m looking at a post-modern
cave painting, some interestingly orchestrated
slabs of color, or I’m looking at a sheepish Ulysses
drag a half-empty wine skin into his wife’s bed; she stops
curling her eight pound novel, smiles, flexes, reluctantly reassures,
“Of course I missed you, you big pussy.” Now, that’s pretty. 

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