New Year Dawning.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: February Trees.(Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: February Trees.(Revised).: Plane trees in the mist. Filigree patterns of axons; Of fine capillaries. Veins reaching up through the winter sky Under the skin of mi...

Trevor J Potter's Art: A Bitter Isolation.

Trevor J Potter's Art: A Bitter Isolation.: Brexit has clipped my wings, I can no longer fly, Soar over mountains and oceans, Dance with the stars. Brexit has dragged me earthwar...

Three Pictures - Trying Out Ideas in Mixed Media.

 

Christmas Night in Bethlehem 2023.Two Pictures.

 

Abstract or Surreal?

 

3 Pictures.

 

Winter Houses.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: Dreamtime in West London, December 1965. (Revised ...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Dreamtime in West London, December 1965. (Revised ...: In the secret depths of your soul Wild forests stir, Probe with myriad roots And wind torn branches The tangled depths Of dappled time, Seek...

Dreamtime in West London, December 1965. Poem with Painting. (Revised and Completed).

In the secret depths of your soul

Wild forests stir,

Probe with myriad roots

And wind torn branches

The tangled depths

Of dappled time,

Seeking a new space to shelter in,

Unknown to wolf and rough weather.

There, in the safety of your dreamtime

You sleep, softly breathing beside me;

Your hand, at rest on my shoulder,

Weightless as eiderdown.

The child in your belly is restless, turning as you sleep.

Perhaps she has already taken control of our lives.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

17th. December 2023. (Poem begun October 1969).

Surreal? Perhaps.

 

Sunrise. 1 & 2.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: Alexandra`s Grave.(Revised with new ending).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Alexandra`s Grave.(Revised with new ending).: No I do not want to visit my close friend`s grave I want her here beside me Dancing down the London streets Arm in arm Laughing like a wild ...

Fractured Images.

 

Three Sketches from My Sketch Book.

 

Dancing River.1 and 2

 

December Dawn - November Sunsets. A Poem, (Revised Longer Version), and 4 Pictures.

 I have spent my life skating on thin ice

Waiting for the cracks to open under my feet,

But the ice has remained as firm as polished marble

However hard I tried to break the spell

That keeps me upright on the frozen waters.

They reflect the blinding sun but keep me safe.

I have spent my life skating on thin ice,

Trusting in my instincts - rejecting common sense,

While Jack Frost slowly crystallized the dawn mist,

Distorting the long view, making time indistinct. 

I have spent my life taking crazy chances,

But have always landed - somehow - on my feet.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

2nd. - 3rd. December 2023.

 

Simplicity is not Childish.

 

Kitchen Shelf..

Trevor J Potter's Art: Solstice Nativity.(Newly Completed Version).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Solstice Nativity.(Newly Completed Version).: The daylight is too subtle at this time of year. I prefer bright colours -  Odilon Redon on speed Cutting to the heart of the matter With th...

Ten Fantasy Houses, Painted after seeing paintings of houses by seriously ill children. They were being treated in a hospice and just wished to be back home.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: A Dutch Interior. (Revised)

Trevor J Potter's Art: A Dutch Interior. (Revised):  Summer is for painting, Winter is for poetry, Sitting by the window to try to catch the light. In winter I dream people in simple black and...

Five Autumnal Artworks..

 

An Afternoon Piano Recital

The music of Claude Debussy

Is made from smiles and tears;

Patterns of sunlight and shadow

Dapple a garden wall.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

2nd. November 2023..

November Threnody. (Revised and Completed Poem).

Time becomes heavy in November.

Mud and dead leaves drag our footsteps back

As we try to strive forward toward the light,

The light of imagined Spring mornings.

But November rain seeping through the darkness

Of days so short they might as well not happen,

Drags us backwards into the sphere of remembrance,

Books of condolence signed, then locked away.

All Souls Day, when the names of all our dead

Are called out bleakly in echoing shells of churches,

A relentless role call as twilight fades outside.

And then the crack of cannons fired at eleven

On the eleventh day of the eleventh month, but the 

                                                    year is never cited

Because there is no end to righteous wars.

Time is slowed by grief in deep November,

These dark red autumn leaves, all martyrs` shrouds.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

1st. November 2023.   

Trevor J Potter's Art: Two Linked Poems. (1) Random Autumn Thoughts as Ni...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Two Linked Poems. (1) Random Autumn Thoughts as Ni...:                               1.      Random Thoughts as Night Falls. Soon we will be putting the clocks back for winter. Soon night will do...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Random Autumn Thoughts as Night Falls.(Completed P...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Random Autumn Thoughts as Night Falls.(Completed P...: Soon we will be putting the clocks back for winter. Soon night will dominate the day. It is now nearly a month since the equinox And now I a...

Sea Dreams.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: Random Autumn Thoughts as Night Falls.(Heavily Rev...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Random Autumn Thoughts as Night Falls.(Heavily Rev...: Soon we will be putting the clocks back for winter. Soon night will dominate the day. It is now nearly a month since the equinox And now I a...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Expectations. (Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Expectations. (Revised).: Every night I hear you knocking,  Knock Knock Knocking On my door; But when I trudge downstairs to greet you You are not there, You are neve...

Expectations. (Completed Poem).

Every night I hear you knocking, 

Knock Knock Knocking

On my door;

But when I trudge downstairs to greet you

You are not there,

You are never there.

I know your face -

Your voice  - Your laughter,

I love your walk -

Your smile - Your hair.

I sometimes catch a hint of perfume

At the bottom of the stair. 

Your knock is soft, but strong - demanding;

It is not the rain,

The snow - The air.

But when I trudge downstairs to greet you

You are not there,

You are never there.

You are neither friend,

Nor a stranger;

Perhaps we met when out one day.

You turned to smile in the crowded subway,

I have never seen a smile so fair.

But when I looked again to find you

You were not there.

You were not there.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

20th. - 22nd. - 23rd. October 2023.

The Maze.

 

Untitled.