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, October 18, 2015

In the dark, dark Forest

Im dunklen, dunken Wald - In the dark, dark Forest 30 x 24 cm - Pastell


Showing up on our back doorstep
unannounced, those proverbial excursionists, incognito
most of the time and always in a hurry to move on:
old Clyde was kind and compassionate and suffered
accordingly and your sister’s friend Eva preferred the
moral high ground, and Tommy Solo
was curious about everything and kept a secret notebook.
The espresso machine squirted and the cigarettes came out.
They couldn’t resist a good story.   

Once upon a miserable moment I walked, hobbled,
almost crawled one hundred plus miles in three days
from Poison Ivy, Virginia to Richmond, the state capitol,
its airport, seated on the tarmac with parachute
on and about 60 pounds of equipment—knife, tank killer,
semi-automatic rifle, garrote, brass knuckles, Mexican grass, and other
paraphernalia of the killing trade—strapped and taped to my body.
The trooper sitting next to me started to cry very slowly and quietly to himself:
 an eclipse from which no man could avert his eyes.

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