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, April 24, 2016

Anybody? Out there somewhere?

Brennendes Feld - Burning Field 30 x 25 cm acryl on canvas


Call it a road trip, if you prefer,
we’re passing through Iowa now,
Illinois or Indiana, I’m not sure which,
the infamous fat lands anyway
spread out like an ample woman on the sofa
watching Oprah and daytime reality
a small town in the corner of a corn field
and that is where two lovely girls
are dancing barefoot on a dirty carpet
in the lobby of the local massage parlor—
something on the radio by the Doobie Brothers—
but by the time all of this has registered
we’re in Santa Cruz dabbling in hands-on  
surf board technology, smoking reefer beneath
the boardwalk roller coaster, yet suffering 
wave envy whenever we think of L.A. The police
ask a few questions, then literally throw us out of town. There’s
a brawl in Tijuana, a chair used as a club,
a number of busted cue-sticks.  At some point
we are strolling through a Tuscan hill town, the ramparts of which
just before sunset emit that warm golden
light of freshly baked bread; later we eat wild boar
and drink a jug of Vino Rustico; and we wonder, yes we do, how we
got here, together, still alive, smiling through broken teeth.  

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