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, April 9, 2017

It's Too Late

Yupo 20 x 20 cm ink/gouache on paper


O Jane, where art thou
as the icons of lust
gather on the billboards?

Where were you while summer
wallowed in the shallow end
like a despotic thug, a facilitator

of imperial crime, while others
did all the work?
And you without regrets, playing house

in a tropical tree fort.
The rest of us need love, Jane,
the rest of us need lots of love

O Jane. Meanwhile,
humidity is revising the record books
as far back as 1910. To each his own fetish.

To each his own consolation. We can roll back
the comforters now, open the big bays
for the damp air to circle our lonely thoughts. 

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