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 19, 2020

Swirl

Swirl 24 x 18 cm - collage/acrylic on canvas board





BARDIC RECOLLECTIONS

Maybe we should permit
memory to make us stand
up on our hind legs and bark
for a treat, e.g., thought I was being
funny and asked my doctor to prescribe
a pizza but none of that deep
dish Yankee crap, only slices of
the real thing would do, a chewy sour-dough
crust enriched by squirts of virgin olive oil
pressed out in the hills behind Ventimiglia.
That was the trigger. You and I had some
face time in those hills or further down
the boot, in Camogli, I think, fire flies in the wood
near the Ristorante, Pavarotti’s creamy voice
drifting in from the kitchen along with
two plates of ravioli in walnut sauce. I know
it sounds too good to be true
or too bildungsbürgertumlich to be good
but I can top that: after Dolce and espresso
we could hear a nightingale’s solo and I swear
there was Shelley heading out to the sea
that would kill him, Keats already dead and
Byron lifting Shelly’s heart from the fire
in which they burned his body on the beach
then I automatically stopped barking and nurse Anna
handed me my prescription for blood pressure pills.




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