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, August 2, 2015

Garden at Topkapi




 
The Breeze 70 x 50 cm acryl on canvas - available -


NEAR THE WATER

We are standing near one of those dark
Northern lakes, thick-leafed poplars reaching up
from the edge of brownish green water. A murky light,   
sun somewhere out there in veils drapes shower
curtains of thick white air. Everything preternaturally
natural. For example, a sandy, wet
black lab barking at barely moving rivulets.
For another example, a demographic
dream of dad, mom, boy and girl
spreading a blanket near the water.

I could tell you about people
who haven’t let life do a thing for them,
don’t seem to know it’s there, or at least until
it’s time to cut something back. Bushes, bad skin, a belly roll.
From the clearing above, a smell of meat smoke, the clink of glasses
more or less in unison, a toast, a cliché, and then something breaks.
The silence like a wire pulled too tight from both ends, then each
guest is seized by a fit of convivial hysteria. It’s like a wave that doesn’t stop.

I know other people who would change nothing in their lives.
This is not complacency. They admire the colors of things, the textures. Enjoy
people surprised by their own wit. The strength and elegance of trees
have an anodyne effect on our morale and faltering courage.
We wake up and even pigeons delight us. Their mild, fluty complaints,
the slow leathery dry slap of wings as they move on to another perch.




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