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, September 2, 2018

Black Betty

 
Hasenheide 100 x 120 x 1,5 cm/39.4 x 47.27 x 0.6 in acrylic on canvas




THE CAT’S WHISKERS
                                                    “I never been anyplace I wanted to go.”
                                                                   A woman from Biloxi, Mississippi


After drinking shots all night I
recovered in this cross-roads town
where not a soul noticed my ambivalence.
How could almost no desire
cause envy? I didn’t know how to take
care of myself. I never dressed properly.
I was one of those people who have “issues”
no one’s interested in. And then Kelly-Anne
got out of jail. No one knew if she would
ever come back again. After what she did.
Yet all they could do was roll their eyes and have
another sip of Doctor Pepper: the world stitched together by sin.
I fell right into her corner pocket. Everything fit.
No excitement; sweet calm of the inevitable
as shown in Plato’s Symposium. The movie version.
Everyone said we were designed for each other.
Intelligent design probably not but that
didn’t stop us. She was readymade,
found, too wild for any place but me. I with holes in my
underwear, watching her watch reruns for hours.
On a wager, I ate six hot dogs at Mel’s Place:
I felt like a winner that night, like the cat’s whiskers.
Could you put a little more gravy on those biscuits?




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