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, June 3, 2018

She came with Flowers in her Arms

She came with Flowers in her Arms 46,5 x 62 cm mixed media on paper


There are three interestingly feral  
angels sauntering up a suburban street,
flapping their Caravaggio pigeon wings,
clawing the air with dirty fingernails, and the
first one says, “Honey, get your big fat booty    
outta my face,” and the second one says, “Knock knock….”
and a nervous housewife, staring
out her kitchen window at the third angel
a hunk worthy of daytime TV she thinks
oh yum, calls the SWAT team anyway.
Three angels screaming BITCH! all the
way to the holding tank.
Basta, says the judge, you’re going down.
In a year, if they survive incarceration,
one of them will be selling mobile phones 
out the back of his vintage Toyota.
The other two, like you and me, saying nothing
or blathering incoherently, are barely managing
the daily shit storm. Are comparing tattoos in a motel room
for fun and profit. Nothing is against their religion anymore.
Even the people we think of as good, or at least ethical,
rare and tender, their innocence buckling
under the weight of soul-altering cocktails,
stare in wonder at what their words have wrought. 

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