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 19, 2020

Talking it Over




Talking it Over 80 x 80 cm - mixed media on canvas




MY GRANDMOTHER’S POLITICAL PHILOSOPHY

On Thursday afternoons
she met for a few hours with the mayor 
of our small town, which was just starting to sprawl out
in unpredictable ways. Maybe they talked
about zoning issues? Sundays, after football,
a black and white William F. Buckley, Jr.
performed in my grandparents’ living room: slumped in his chair,
clipboard on lap, stuttering polysyllabic obscurities
from behind a sleepy aristo mask
basking in the warm light of utter certainty. Not unlike a reptile
that sticks the tip of its tongue out before striking.  
“He’s too English,” my grandfather complained
a little later, referring to WFB, Jr., while plastering
self-made barbecue sauce onto a pair of rotating game hens.
“He’s too conservative,” corrected his wife. “He wants everything to go
…backwards. He’s such a Tory he would have been
against the American Revolution. His first loyalty
is to his class, not our country.” Life wasn’t better
back then, it was just life, but a lot more quiet. For example, what my
grandmother talked about on Thursday afternoons at the Concord Airport
   Holiday Inn has not come down to us.




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