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 15, 2017

Vacation in the Tropics

Vacation in the Tropics - Urlaub in den Tropen 36 x 48 cm mixed media on paper

First, an unconventional
colloquial statement
what the fuck is this shit
(watch your language, girl)
as the wind just about tears
your head off, bleak Baltic
sandbar shreds and tatters
of foam sliced finer by the cutting
edge of a force seven son of a
beach, yes, a beach, eaten alive by flux & reflux
everything the same & not
the same unlike Lesbos where in light
that penetrated and pealed back the phenomenal
world there was nothing underneath and
everything stayed unique, unambiguous, loads of sand
three miles long, more or less bare of people
the sea a liquefaction of quiet blue silk
a pair of immoderately attractive
lesbians a few yards from us
across a dirt road where they rented
a nice little house, every morning the more fem of the two
stomping off to the bakery in high
heels & mini skirt & in a huff
her tall boyishly butch elegantly dark lover stretched out
in bed reading a magazine, smoking a doob
on Mykonos Paradise Beach was a visit to the zoo
here a penis, there a breast, white powdery sand
filtering thorough fingers, filling the cracks, killing us
a clich├ęd metaphor but useful
think of hour glasses and sandy windswept sundials, etc.
in the hotel bar a PowerPoint
teaser on the efficacy of mass delusion
had us begging for more, voting for less
the idea of progress creates trust in the future   makes
credit (growth) possible   speaking of Australia
when I was ten or eleven I wondered who 
would win in a fight a great white or a killer 
whale and then I saw a human
so big space made room for him
while he preened like a model
like a priest who relishes
the contradictions of his faith.  
If you believe in my beach, I’ll believe in yours.

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