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.

Monday, December 21, 2015

Happy Hour



 
untitled 40 x 30 cm Aquarell/Acryl/Dispersionsfarbe/Kohle



NEVERTHELESS

Looking for a little inspiration
in asphalt melting August,
the more unlikely the better, we attended
happy hour at the Sheraton Palace, beer a buck fifty  
a pop and free chicken wings in barbecue sauce. Debs and their
penguin suited dates; a few politicians for rent. Holt asking, “So,
what are your dreams?” Karin wanting to be a writer. Brad wanting
to be smart, smarter, smartest. “Albigensians or Alsatians. Jesus, Brad,
who cares?” I complained, not wanting to want anything, but lazy
that season, thus unable to do the hard work of being nothing. Soon
I was rapt with my own vision of make believe. Imagination  
an easy, graceful girl till she meets the critic who lives upstairs,   
then the fighting never stops; broken promises; threats of abandonment, etc.  
What about that first draft of a novel suicidally consigned to flames
in a rusty barrel, vacant lot, Providence, Rhode Island, pleasantly surprised
homeless people huddling up for some free heat? Or Byron
burning Shelly’s corpse on an Italian beach? Not exactly  
the same thing but what about that? Do you have an opinion, a theory?
Not in the mood to answer questions, afflicted with the munchies     
we stopped for breakfast at a diner on the outskirts. We were 
implausibly young. I can’t remember our faces. Nevertheless, nevertheless.




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