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 25, 2016

What came next

Calluna 1 42 x 56 cm acryl/dispersion color/oil pastel on paper

                                             Bright gods and Tuscan…
                                             … and the clouds bowe over the lake.
                                                                   Ezra Pound, from CANTO III

Getting tired of the city, rats playing
In the garbage, the self-conscious rudeness
of  people trying too hard to be ugly. In my writing
I’d like to put gods in the trees and nymphs, etc., but
down in the basement, where the pit bull is chained,
a handful of maenads are smoking crystal. Hopelessly urban.  
Meanwhile in Italy Poggio still makes wine in his frescoed villa
near the river Arno as if there were no modern world
or post-modern or any which way you prefer to   
label what seems to be happening right now. I’m thinking of
doing a reboot that will have me walking through a vineyard
of my own.  Wearing a straw hat and baggy white linen suit.
It’s too bad the thin gurgling of water in the cistern has to
remind me that everything is running out. Bills are due. Hammock’s broken.
In the deep cool shadows of the front porch Karin
is painting my state of mind. It’s part of a
series, each picture a little bit better than the last. I break
into a two-step, attempt a pirouette. I hear paint hitting canvas.  

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