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, July 24, 2016


Downtown 30 x 22,5 cm ink/watercolour/graphite on paper c/o Karin Goeppert


Things spread—germs, people’s opinions,
beer bellies, you name it—
because it’s so hot around here.

Thin sheen of sweat on a working girl’s skin, for instance,
some kind of tense perfume
coming off it, dirty feet shapely in embroidered thongs.

The growth, you can’t believe it, just
keeps coming on, everything from moss
to palmetto to the idea behind a melody.

It would seem that the whole point
of darkness is shouldered into a heap
of syncopated rhythms.

Imagine someone coming along,
scooping them up
in his ditty bag and, walking out the door,

dumping its contents into the water supply.
Odd but happy feelings occur.
Friends start

talking fluent saxophone, eyes red,
blessed with cool and cannabis.
   You question them.
But all you get are tired smiles straight from Birdland.

*Legend or truth, I can’t say, but the term Jazz apparently evolved out
of “jass,” short for jasmine, the preferred scent worn by the prostitutes of
Storyville, New Orleans, birth place of a great American music tradition.
Birdland, of course, a famous jazz club in New York City.

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