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, March 19, 2017


Dickicht - Thicket 20 x 20 cm gouache/ink/spray paint on paper


It is beautiful here in this
unpronounceable place. Have you 
ever wanted to make love to a landscape?

Smoke rising from the orchards  
as shapely and transparent as a negligee
made of sheerest muslin, untouchable,
covering it all but just barely. I want to get hold

of the sunlight that drips off the palm trees here  
and smear it all over your body. How would
you respond? Have me arrested?
Involve me in a fight with your boyfriend? I’ll tell
you my name first, then give you some biographical details….

(Later, in the village tavern) hey, hombre,
I ask the guy sitting next to me at the bar
how do you get that smell around here that is 
so evocative of lemon peel all wrapped up in itself, cloves, cinna-

mon, olive oil, a dab of honey rubbed deeply  
into the succulent flesh of an organic
free-range chicken stuffed with garlic toes
roasting in its own juices?

Usually it comes evenings when the mountain’s
dissolved in shadows, and the crickets swell and roar
and the dogs are barking at other dogs barking
and the cock lies down with the hen.

Can I live here forever, I beg, totally losing it,
can I die here on this beer-stained, saw-dusty spot?
Fortunately he doesn’t understand a word I’m saying.

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