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 10, 2016

Send me no doctor


Continental Drift 25 x 30 cm acryl painting by Karin Goeppert





SOME PEOPLE I’VE SEEN

Yesterday, for example, saw a woman
whose face went back and forth
between fear and bewilderment.
I’ll never know her troubles,
I thought. And what could I offer, if I did?
“Sex,” whispered the male imperative, psychopathically
serene as ever. Then enlightened self-interest slash good manners     
kicked in with: “Don’t stare, it’s rude. Mind your own business.”
When I looked at her again, she was smiling, on the verge of laughter.                                           
                                        And what’s up with the 
man who camps out in the park most nights? I’ll never
get close enough to figure him out. An exchange   
of words though might be like slithering face-up under
miles of barbed wire. No way out. However if you    
are living in a park, psychology no doubt’s been stripped
down to finding shelter, a bite to eat. But what about those
potentially reflective moments when he’s smoking 
a cigarette beneath his favorite tree? For his sake I hope
he mainly thinks about supply issues. Where his next 
smoke is coming from. Bottle of lager. And not cause & effect.
                                            One bright June day last year 
I spotted a pretty girl seated atop a stack of pallets on a Berlin  
sidewalk. A fashionable boulevard. And there she was eating 
from a carton of strawberries with the abandon of a voluptuary,
a libertine of fruit. But slowly, with care, every bite deeply
enjoyed, as if nothing else in the world mattered. I couldn’t stop looking.





1 comment:

  1. Ah... Wish I could post my painting with the same shapes. Love this blog post.

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