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, July 14, 2019

Hot Wax

Nightflight 120 x 120 x 2 cm, acrylic, oilpastel on canvas





THIS POEM

This poem should not be taken as a sedative.
See it as a warning. Or just a bunch of words.
But do not even assume it is medicinal.

Neighbors we can ignore but not their
dogs who stick their snouts into everything
and will not be denied a good sniff. Who’s

the master in this scenario? The man who thinks
he’s a philosopher king ( Why? Because he drives
   an Audi?) or the poodle he’s
bathing in the communal garden?

I have no qualms about ignoring
a boring neighbor’s tame incoherencies

and can still admire in a mode of aesthetic  
appreciation the elegance and poise

of his poodle. Any poodle. Any beautifully speechless doggy.
Charley Don’t Surf’s been said, but the unsaid
should stay where it is, lost in a Parisian stairwell

that ends its twisting passage at a door behind which
laughter-music-casual sex
hinder words from making their meaningful noise.




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