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 8, 2018

Spring Sessions

Spring Sessions II 50 x 70 cm mixed media on craft paper


The air is thinner than expected.
But the views are a spectacle.

How we got this high is a secret.
Some information is better left unshared.

Everyone’s eyes seem peeled for the other.
All the floors are carpeted. The wallpaper has stories.

Wagon wheels, cacti, Indian warriors and their
taciturn squaws. The quintessential medicine

man in a child’s room. Muse of chaos his wife.
Muse of chaos? I think it was the medicine

made me say that. I’m not sure that would
play well at a dinner party in midtown

Manhattan or even Brooklyn. And the suburbs
would look on dumbfounded. I’m more or less convinced

our neighbors wouldn’t want us here. People being suspicious.
Their eyes always peeled. Suspicious or

totally indifferent. Sometimes I’d prefer suspicious. At least
someone’s paying attention then. These days people
are so many things. Whatever these days are. You peel them
like every other one. Then wait for the water to boil

suspiciously. Not too much information please. Not here. Not now.  

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