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, September 20, 2015

Rikki don't lose that Number

Lyrisches Zwischenspiel - Lyric Interlude 48,5 x 33 cm Pastell - available -


The works of man, woman,
beast of field and barn yard
on display at our local Food Fair
in plastic wrapped tableau vivant
look good enough to eat. Still,
I see no Renaissance up ahead
no Enlightenment with its bitchy
wit and powdered wigs and do we really  
need to revisit the Age of Woodstock
with its hygiene issues and bad hair
yet the road beckons and some of its
attendant trees are rather pretty   
shadows standing out in subtle relation   
to their forbearers and in which the new masses,
painted with colorful tatts, lovingly pierced, have fun
smiles stretching like a dancer on the subway. They party
at Carnival, while the rest of us stay at home, immersed
in the fourth episode of season three. Which is preferable
to an encounter with some dread-locked desperado
who, on the night bus, reads back to us
our own address before saying, “Later, dude.” That’s   
when all you want from life is a cool, gray,
mediocre morning in Berlin. Here’s what’s required—
take a number. Submit the paperwork.
Patiently await the results of clerical negligence.
Waiting is easier now; waiting is rest.



  1. Terrific verse and what a lovely (formally coherent but also beautiful) floral.

  2. Thank you so much, Casey. We both appreciate it.


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