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, May 15, 2016

Morrocan Garden


Marokkanischer Garten - Morrocan Garden 50 x 50 cm acryl painting by Karin Goeppert




OLD MASTER ITALIAN PAINTING

is a lot about fabric and
its folded textures. Hair as a formal
statement mounted on what is
so much more than pretty  
in its aura of self-acceptance
that we can only accept it with misgivings—we’ve
known a few people with that dark magic: sign
up for my religion, they seem to say, or
turn away at your loss; either way you’re screwed—
and the pain of sorrow so exquisitely  
arranged in a Botticelli Madonna
that it could be the visual definition of
radically decelerated ecstasy. She looks like
she has a very bad cold, but you know
it’s more than that. She, this post-pagan,
strawberry blond Cassandra—she’s seen something awful.   
Here’s what makes her post-: she gives in too easily, no struggle.  
Too much pity and you’re lost; not enough you’re not nice.
Either way someone’s screwed. Outside  
a woman’s disappointment with you is text book,
almost clinical. What her face seems to express 
as you play soccer with a plastic coffee cup—
and which goes a shade darker
when you glance up just in time to glimpse a 
bright-skinned girl skateboarding by, glimpse turning
into elaborate, open-mouthed, speechless desire—
could render the stupid thoughtful for a second.




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