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, May 6, 2018

With or Without You



Spring Sessions IV 70 x 50 x 1,5 cm acrylic/spray paint on canvas





DESERTION
                                          
                                                    for Oliver

Absconding angel who giveth blood once a month,
adores blue cheese on English muffin, leaves trail
of hairpins and edible bookmarks in the bed sheets,
trace of Chanel. Predictably opaque: hot coal
one second, piece of ice the next. There’s no way back.

It’s hard to believe that there’s another day.
Tomorrow, yesterday. Doesn’t matter. Any day but today.
Funny that you never visited the ruined temple
with its view of the gulf. But there’s no way back.

Poking around outside a wind starts up.
One of those talking winds, always bitching.
Scirocco, Meltemi, Santa Anna, the frigging
Mistral itself. She’s a breeze with a famous name.
And she has blown you off for ever. There’s no way back.

You feel like a figure dissolving in a sand storm.
Light sticking its fingers through the cracks
in your mind, but don’t worry, it’s still there, your mind,
more or less. There’s no way back, the wind says,
and it’s not, I repeat, not another day, though someday it might be.



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