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, December 15, 2019

Can't Imagine


 
untitled 24 x 18 cm collage, acrylic on linen board




CAN’T IMAGINE

Can’t imagine being addicted to cough syrup.
   Or living near an abandoned overpass in Topeka.
Can’t imagine fathoming the somber pleasure
   of a modulated cynicism
even as it rises like morning fog in Southern Bavaria.
   Or not listening to Portishead or J.S. Bach
or Charles Mingus or watching Rose Lavelle score
   against Holland in the World Cup from like four
   teen different camera angles and in slow motion.
categorically I cannot imagine reading a word by Dan White.
   I could imagine though doing dynamic yoga
   in a country where the humidity is roughly 90%
and people talk earnestly about animus and anima
   and colonic irrigation while sweat drips from their nipples—
but I’m sure I would hate it.
Attending a sermon at a megachurch in suburban Houston
   would be an enormity I couldn’t possibly imagine. Ditto going
to a Republican convention at any time but especially
   if Clint Eastwood was there saying stupid things.
   Can’t imagine eating Brussels sprouts. Or climbing Annapurna.
But walking numbly through a shopping mall on Black Friday
   in Tupelo, Mississippi would really take the cake—
which I couldn’t imagine eating or having not even
   if offered by someone of exceptional imagination.