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, November 12, 2017

The mountains, The mountains

The scary Climb 40 x 30 cm mixed media on paper


What can you say about mountains?
That you can’t fit them into a phone? But, look, you can.
When I’m on top of one of
them I’m a little high because I’m short
of oxygen after the climb and take huge
gulps of air to compensate, a pulmonary phenomenon  
Brad Pitt coolly elucidates in “Fight Club.”  
I’m inspirationally
high…sometimes. Other times I’m somewhat numb, a little
detached, wondering what kind of beer I’ll have with
my schnitzel when we’re gemütlich and sleepy in town. And
I’m wondering but it’s no wonder they put cheese on everything
in the Gasthäuser; emmentaler, greyerzer; bells clanking
lethargically when the cows lick their muddy hides, their
tongues, great pink saliva laced slabs, reaching out, touching you,
like an old commercial for long distance phone calls.
Some of the higher peaks here look like
they’ve been in a fight, are gorgeously deformed.
Others have grass growing on steeply slanting faces, softening,
but still irredeemably aloof. They will not be walked upon.
Music to accompany these writhing piles of rock shouldn’t be Wagner
or Strauss. I would prefer the Miles Davis of “Kind of Blue”
or something tense but quiet by Charles Mingus. Water breathing   
out cold air as it falls; music so cool it almost can’t be bothered.

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