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, September 18, 2016


Montis 50 x 65 cm gouache/dispersion colour/oil pastel on paper by Karin Goeppert


The hero’s about ready to ford a
knee-deep stream—but just before he    
gets wet an annoying crone all bent and ugly
and with a voice that would make nails on a chalkboard
sound like an aria by Maria Callas
doesn’t ask but insists that he piggy back her  
across along with his magic sword and enchanted
jock strap which, at a pivotal point in the story,
he will convert into a sling, load a stone in the strap’s
roomy pouch, slay a monster blocking the mouth of a cave
in whose dark and dank reaches antiquity’s equivalent
of a Victoria’s Secrets model will be waiting between a
rock and hard place to be rescued by this young stud
who’s scheduled to take back his ailing father’s kingdom
from disloyal and exceedingly nasty army officers, etc.
most of which has been brought to you by the annoying crone
who on the other side of the stream turns into a
dazzling god or goddess who says how fortunate you are
young fellow for you have passed the test and
here, take this magic ring, put it on the finger of Selina
captive in the monster’s cave, for later she will bear you three children
one of whom will marry a real estate mogul from New York
with designs on your throne—go with your instincts,
kid, which, as we know, will get you every time.

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