I am Kenneth Kenisman. My Chinese friends call me 堅利民.
I create windows to another world.
Before I draw, the black canvas is a silent gate; ancient, sealed, waiting.
My pen and brush don’t plan, they listen.
Stroke by stroke, a hidden world reveals itself.
It unlocks what has always been waiting.
I treasure beauty.
It’s the soul inside us, quietly looking out, searching for its own reflection, its own echo in the world.
And when they both meet; beauty awakens.
I hope my windows, woven from beauty and sky, meet you and awaken a spark only you can name.
Where beauty flows, magic grows.
看到一个完整的世界在我眼前随着我的画笔逐渐成型，真是太神奇了。
“看到一个完整的世界在我眼前随着我的画笔逐渐成型，
当我进入这种高度专注的状态时，
当我创作时，我进入了我称之为“那个状态”的地方。在那里，
在那个地方，你可以感觉到每一笔应该落在哪里。
通过不断推进，整幅画最终开始显现出来。一个隐藏的、古老的、
堅利民
It’s so amazing to see an entire world come to life right in front of me as I draw. It’s addictive. There are no pre-thoughts or pre-visioned images of what I’m going to create, just being in the moment. I feel where each stroke needs to go. I’m not thinking; I just let it flow. I never know upfront what I’m going to draw.
When I’m in this hyper-focused state, I feel exactly where each stroke belongs. I can sense where a stroke needs to come and where it doesn’t. It has to feel right. It’s something I can’t easily explain in words, it’s metaphysical.
When I create, I’m in what I call ‘the zone.’ In this state, my mind isn’t corrupted by ideas, thinking patterns, biased concerns, or worries. I’m completely zen, one with my canvas. It’s a certain state of being. When the mind stands still, the universe surrenders. That’s where I am.
In this place, you can feel where the strokes belong. The artwork grows organically, step by step, stroke by stroke. There are no wrong strokes. Only insecure strokes can destroy. A misplaced stroke simply means I need to adjust the entire construction and composition. It means saying goodbye to the image it brought out and welcoming the unknown new one that’s yet to come.
By pushing it further and further, the whole image eventually starts to appear. A hidden, ancient, beautiful world reveals itself; a world that transcends time and space. It’s like catching a glimpse of another realm, a window opening to something magical.
Kenneth Kenisman
一扇无声的门
“我非常享受在巨大的画布上创作。每当我站在那片纯黑的方块前，
准备好的画布的黑色有一种奇特的吸引力。黑色吸收了所有的颜色，
我的画笔和刷子就是打开这扇神秘大门的钥匙。我感到兴奋、幸福，
堅利民
I really enjoy creating on a huge canvas. Standing in front of this virgin black square just before I begin drawing is like standing in front of a massive, ancient, closed gate; a silent gate. A gate you know from legends of a far distant past. No one knows exactly where these tales came from, but they are there, and we feel their intriguing, timeless truths passed down through thousands of generations, legends from far behind the curtain of our known history.
The black color of the prepared canvas has a strange pulling effect. Black absorbs all colors, and I feel it pulling and calling on me too.
My drawing pen and brush are the keys to unlock this magical gate. I feel excited, blissful, and deeply honored. A profound sense of gratitude washes over me each time-realizing that I can be of service to so many people, not only the people of today but also those yet to be born, knowing that they can enjoy and benefit from this opened portal. I feel a short, warm shiver running through my body. My right hand is glowing. I’m ready to open this gate.
Kenneth Kenisman