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, October 8, 2017

Fireworks




 
Floris 56 x 42 cm acrylic on paper





THE KING’S DAUGHTERS
                                                             …you think you’re so clever and classless and free
                                                             But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see.
                                                                  From WORKING CLASS HERO, John Lennon


The King’s daughters made their father a gift of
three Arabian steeds, after which he chopped off
their husbands’ heads—some plot
or other, badly planned, sloppily carried out—
   rain pattering down
on the blood-slicked platform. A concert, banners shaken
by a rowdy spring wind, a procession, the entire
court admiring itself on horseback. Thousands of the unwashed
surging against a wall of palace guards the plumes
of whose helmets a glossy, sticky-looking red. Another royal wedding, another
stiff-limbed cadet, undistinguished but impressively uniformed, marching
to the scaffold of an open carriage, always the same one
the ecstatic multitude, lining the roads, applauding every
procedure: a million flags hanging limply from damp fists.