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 20, 2016

We Haven't Turned Around



 




THE CRITIC NEXT DOOR DROPS IN FOR A VISIT

Just thought I’d let you know   
that you have a mind like Time magazine.
It’s always: “on the other hand…
and yet…I’m sure
there’s another side to the story.”
I don’t mean
that in a bad way, but.  
Is it true you’re working
on something in a language
that literally nobody reads or speaks anymore,
sacred texts or whatnot?
A project similar, say, to climbing Goat Fuck
Mountain in Eastern Albania,
a place you can’t find on a map,
probably because it doesn’t exist.
By the way, we missed you
at the party yesterday.
It was the whole block, you know,
but who’s hung up on exclusiveness?
People say you were with someone
who’s dying, offering solace,
compassion, the resources of your charm and wit. Anyone
we know? Anyone we’ll miss?
Did you see the sunset yesterday?
And the day before? A deep golden rusty pink
is how I would describe it.
Gaudy, a pretty mess. Would
no doubt be sticky
if we could touch it.
If there is a God
at least we know  
now what His favorite colors are
and that His taste really sucks.   




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