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 2, 2017

That's Life

Erde - Earth / ink, gouache, oilpastel, oil stick on cotteon rag paper 20 x 20 cm


You figure life has no choice but to make us small.
It eats us up, devours love and ambition.
Happiness a table-dancing
demiurge, flashing its tits, shaking its booty
always moving just out of reach.
Makes us want to buy stuff. Watch quiz shows.
Otherwise we would talk poetry
and see in every staircase an Everest—
uttering sonnets and planting flags.
Nothing would ever get done. Ego systems would
back up and the will to power go slack. You wouldn’t
have to stand up in a crowded restaurant while people
eat Rostbraten and Wienerschnitzel and potato salad
and deliver the first and last public oration of your career.
Laying everything out. Policy decisions, a few vital stats, mixed
reviews, tearful self-justification, instances of staggering defeat
leavened somewhat by one tiny victory snatched
from the cold waves of your waiter’s indifference.
You’ve stood your ground, said your piece. Now what?
Your third worst fear is that police
might haul you off to the psych ward of a
crumbling urban hospital. Your second worst fear   
is that a concerned neighbor might ask you to leave.
Your worst fear keeps circling back for another go. 

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