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, November 27, 2016

Green and Gold

Grün und Gold/Green and Gold 30 x 24 cm mixed media on canvas


It can begin here in this weed-thickened
night. The light of a thousand lamps
bouncing off the canal. The grass is alive—
pungent, spicy—with cannabis and curry sausage.
A girl passes us, talking to herself, jogging
at a safe, conversational pace; another girl
stomps by in motorcycle boots, pale fierce little face
saying nothing, body language however expressing 
FUCK OFF & DIE. Further on is what passes for a theatre
in our district. But no, it’s a café, but no—if we honor
the patron’s preferred nomenclature—it’s a “bistro,”
and why not? Meanwhile I’d better “liaise” or “interface”
with a urinal cake “asap.” Funny, innit (as I stand here,
splashing away), how time of life can be measured
   by states of mind musically speaking.
And even funnier that no composer has ever
thought of that. Consider the stuttering oboe sonata (that 30ish experience
of fear and loathing in the workplace), the chuckle of a bassoon
( easy, resigned humor of late middle age), the squawk
of saxophones ( youthful depravity), and so on. Amazing
the thoughts that come to us through this doily filtered light.

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