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, June 7, 2015

Blue Rondo A La Turk



 
Lichtblick - Beacon 100 x 80 cm (39 1/4 x 31 1/2'') Acryl/Oilpastel/Ink on canvas


PAGAN EPISTLE

Do you remember when our knees touched
beneath that faded sundress you always used to wear?
I think it had belonged to your mother
or possibly to an older sister who, curiously enough,
became born again, gave up pleasure, gave the dress to you.
Funny how some people court rejection while others,
namely you, reject courtship.
Okay, I’ll stop.
Anyway, there were midges, and a golden light
dripping down manicured hedges onto warm grass,
the boxwood maze with its structured pauses, sweat drying 
in the spicy breeze, a man in motley playing Shakespeare on a lute.
I woke up to the noise of a coffee bean grinder, the scent of frying bacon.

Nobody should live
merely to be overwhelmed by contingent
fluids or barbecued flesh which of course
we love to eat
or the pressure of the perfect curve
or the tanned skin
both of which we love to touch, given half a chance—
is there anything else we can do?—
ask the sun, you might have said, had you ever
   answered a question with an answer.
Okay, I’ll stop. 



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