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 14, 2019

Life is not for the Faint of Heart


 
Life is not for the Faint of Heart 50 x 50 cm mixed media on canvas





THE LAST LAUGH

                                     You can pay all you want. Death’s in no hurry.      
                                                                             Anon.

I take vitamins, lots of them, and exercise
with a devotion I can only call metaphysical.
I watch my diet as if it were an addictive series.
A soap opera about salt intake, blood pressure, fiber.
Every couple of months when I was rich
someone who called himself “Sergei Sharapova”—
obviously not related to tennis player
Maria Sharapova who used to emit
orgasmic grunts, if you remember,
each time a ball hit her racket
or smacked against a long brown thigh—
would drop by and we would knock back
a couple of drinks, smoke from the peace pipe,
laugh recklessly, confess guardedly, then I would
hand him a check for a few thousand, a true moment of truth.
Without fail he would say, “Later, dude,” then slip out
the back door. A move he’s often made. With many.
Sometimes he was a girl, with a filthy laugh. She didn’t play tennis.