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 9, 2019

25 or 6 to 4


 
Burdock 70 x 50 x 1.8 cm - acrylic on canvas





STEALING BEAUTY

We find ourselves immersed
in a Bertolucci movie in which
a gathering of affluent bohemians
seem to be going slightly out of their minds.
I don’t know if it’s the weather.
Or if there’s a philosophy behind it all.
But something’s a little off.
A hot summer day near Siena;
Liv Tyler baring her breasts for the artist
who, it will later become evident, is her father.
He works on paper in a swirl of black crayon.
A little girl is beating an olive tree
with a stick, chanting, “take that and that and that…”
Two or three other people
look as if they might strip naked any
moment then recite their favorite obsessions—
a light in their eyes that shouldn’t be there—
on this afternoon numinous with heat. Sweet n’ sour
tangle of grasses and wild flowers.  A whiff
of vineyards, and pot smoke from the front porch.

In villages on the Rhine as Carnival starts up
bands of women roam the streets
with scissors in their hands
hunting down men whose
neck ties they cut off. I had never thought
of neck ties as beautiful before. I guess you
have to lose something silk with stripes or paisley
with tiny fleur-de-lis worked into the pattern
for such a realization to hit you. These days
I keep the survivors zipped up in an old gym bag.
Nice to know they’re still there if I ever need them. 




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