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, January 8, 2017

Stars and Stripes



Stars and Stripes 30 x 40 cm gouache/oil pastel/charcoal on paper



A BAG OF POTATO CHIPS

A voice in my head lobbied against it—
the voice of bad conscience it
was sometimes and voice of good news
other times, voice of my wife full-time
it was a relatively short voice that
seemed to think it was tall—but I jumped anyway,
slamming my knee against an outcrop
of porous stone. I ask you to imagine physical
agony as a location, a spot on the map,  
that’s where I was ( Pain City, Ohio, sounds about right,
shops preening with leather and steel devices,   
unyielding plastic, ferocious dildos, bull whips, etc.), and I’m
hobbling down the mountain side, hungry as a bear, thinking only
about the rolled up bag of potato
chips, contents half-eaten, on the passenger seat of our filthy little Fiat.
Down before the shadows could catch us up
the voice said “Boy, you should never jump in the mountains,”
threatening to report me to her grandfather, severe pedagogue
   of the alpine heights, a short man
who also seemed to think he was tall. I could only
answer with crunching noises, having just
shoved a handful of chips into my mouth.
Barbecue-flavored, if I’m right, with just a hint of cheese.




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