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, January 17, 2016


Gartenfieber I - Gardenfever I 100 x 80 cm acryl on canvas by Karin Goeppert


It would seem there’s nothing
better to do in Iowa than to turn
a prize-winning hog into a heap
of barbecue on paper plate,
potato salad hugging
its oily flank, or turning a
sonnet sequence into tenure,
or your wife into my special friend,
sifting through
the fragments, making things up as we go along.
Remember what 4-H stands for?
Neither do I.

No hogs on this Saronic Island.
Just scores of donkeys more or
less inedible but essential—
no cars, just a garbage truck—
for hauling stuff and tourists around.
The hairy waiter’s face is lit up
with a yellow-toothed leer—mother-
fucker also seems to like your wife—as he
smuggles on-the-house ouzo to your table
and you, hammered, nothing but fragments
no one’s bothering to sift through.

This isn’t Iowa, Mary. The island’s harbor
town curling up into the burning blue
nutmeg-cinnamon-cumin odor
redolent of sex on a warm afternoon
in summer. Your mind, finally catching
up with your body, begins to loosen up.
Suspicions fade away. Your dreams
are in technicolor. Back from a swim
you are just in time for lunch—
she’s making tomato salad with those big chunks
of feta cheese and those fat Kalamata olives
you love so much, whose praise you sing endlessly,
and she’s poured you a glass of
crisp retsina—lunch on a hot Greek island 
just the two of you watching the play of light
on flowers and white washed stone buildings
is not only better than most dreams
it might even be one.


  1. You two are quite a wonderful pair. How did you find each other. You blog is a joy!

  2. Thanks so much, Colleen and Doug. Your comments are so appreciated.


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