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, February 12, 2017

The Kiss

View from the hotel balcony 56 x 42 cm mixed media on paper


A green alpine
river slipping slowly past
a poetry slam with panama hats, so many things
plunging: cigar smoke, palm shadows, the
highest of necklines, dancing
followed by a banquet with all the “trimmings,”
something allegedly Austrian
done to veal—a great flattening out
of meat, bread crumbs
its skin—dumplings dumped on plates
the size of man hole covers,
boats of sauce steaming on oceans of white cloth.

After the climb we reach a hut
where an iodine-stained chamber
maid blows on our blisters
with the delicate hesitation of an April wind.
In the higher altitudes cows are still fed
thick salads of purest lucerne. It’s an economic
thing and magical properties and protein
says the guide, or History’s pain (plan), or something

because travel is educational. It might be obscure,
it might be incomprehensible, but you get a suntan
& free cocktail once a day. If you change that channel
who will ever fathom
the hay stack and the panama hat leaning
against it or soft trumpet call of tropical  
nights under clusters of alpine stars, the disbelieving river
as seen from these equatorial heights?

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