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 10, 2017

Contemplate This



 
Abstract Meadow 21 x 29.7 pastel on paper c/o Karin Goeppert




CONTEMPLATE THIS

I’m trying to be a better person.
I really want to improve.
I usually only eat meat that’s been
coddled from “stable to table.”
I renounce violence at least
three times a week. Still,
I almost regret not deconstructing
my wife’s first boyfriend’s distinctly sagging
inexplicably self-satisfied face
when he dropped by for dinner
during the Great Heat Wave of 2011—
deconstruction, yeah, that’s it, between dessert
and a lovely espresso with a splash of grappa in
it would have literally hit the spot.

Therapeutically minded
I contemplate various forms
of domestic plant life. The slightly
nodding fronds are reassuringly mute
yet an orchid’s pale creamy petals
as pale and creamy as sauce
over one of those pigs, roasted now,
who, if you believe the PR department
died happy—and over Swabian pasta—
make me think of W. eating and talking
talking and eating
and all I want to do
is disable his point of view.

The world is made of ten-thousand opinions.
Whose logic isn’t exhausting? At the same time
the trees are ecstatic with birds, their
give-and-take mercifully indecipherable.
Swirling flocks of swallows
soaring and dipping in Cairo
doing somersaults in Athens, in Berlin
and there I go again—just can’t stop dropping those names.