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, March 21, 2021

Loveletter to an Etruscan

Loveletter to an Etruscan 40x30x0.1 cm - drawing overlayed with wax





                                                                   for Joyce and Virginia

She liked watching William Buckley

on channel 9, though all she

understood of his

Etonian stutter rap was, i.e.: she’d say

i.e., I love you princess, i.e., I’ll kill

you in a heartbeat, dude, i.e., I can blow you  

off the face of this earth with my

pot-smoking charisma, etc., in other words

a petty thief, for if you

left something out small enough

to fit in her pocket

it was gone, i.e., pilfered, i.e., ripped off, etc.

striding through summer barefoot

teaching boys how to paint their toenails

blowing fiercely on wet wrigglers fiercely

the way she battled her über-American girlfriend—white Levi jacket,

tight jeans, perfect sunglasses—with whom she was

shacked up the July of her twentieth year, they fit like

foot in glove, hoof and mouth, proof that opposites don’t

so much attract as collide going really fast

down a dirt road lined with cyclotron

water melons and rag weed

like two particles, one in Copenhagen

the other in an alternate universe

going i.e i.e. i.e. in other words

                 blow you off the face of this earth with my Smith & Wesson charisma, etc.



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