Ken Griffen is afraid of two things: the dentist and Monday mornings. Maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but it’s proof that Ken’s pragmatic and straightforward approach to life defies the layered and considered approach he has to art.
Ken is a true student to the arts, and not in the ‘I study fine arts’ kind of way; I mean in the ‘I’m fucking committed to it’ kind of way. Most people sit idly by drinking and talking shit, while he’s sketching and drinking and talking shit. Ken’s work seems to tap into a collective subconscious in a way that casually freaks me out, a way that people like, without really being able to explain. In the past few years Ken’s work has gone from strength to strength. His ability to portray society’s contrasting morality and depravity is a testament to both his artistry and his skills of observation. From drunk Germans to difficult break-ups, Ken manages to create work that, even before it’s explained, makes you go, “Yeah man, you’re right”.
Published in Manual #59
Text by Joe Dowling