Patio Heatwave.

 

The force that through the green fuse -

 

Soul Dance.

 

Impatient for the Solstice in an Abstract Garden.

 

Reading in an Abstract Garden.

 

Processional.1 & 2.

 

White Glass.

 

Holy Fool.(Revised).

Lost in the debris of secular life

The Holy Fool wears a mitre

But cannot tell you why.

I am not a priest, I am not a prophet;

I have never spoken on TV.

I spend my nights deep in the subway.

I am absolute in my poverty..

Commuters rarely notice him

They zig zag blindly passed his pitch

Smart phones pressed against their faces

But the Holy Fool is as wise as the Angels

Simplicity has gifted him

Eyes that can penetrate complex masks

Into the lonely lives of strangers.

His hands are bandaged. His tears like smiles

Stream his anguished face with rainbows.

He does not beg. Those few who greet him

Never again walk away from the poor.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter 

1st. June 2025.

I was thinking of a miracle of Saint Zita of Lucca.

Cathedral. A Poem.

When I was young I built a cathedral 

In our back garden.

The dome was a rock,

The walls were piles of broken bricks

Stacked on uneven ground.

My father broke down my poor cathedral

With hoe and shovel.

"Children should not live in their dreams"

He said. "They must learn their limitations,

Hard work and common sense".

His church was the cricket club.

Saint Francis was not even a name.

Today I dream cathedrals while I sleep.

Their altars are the smiles of all the saints.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter 

30th. May 2025.

Rough Cuts. I still like Pop Art, British not American.

 

Prisoner.

 

May Day Blues. A Poem (Revised & Completed).

Pink snow in drifts

Blown across the city pavements

Litter of failed marriages.

Recollections of your hollow laugh

Rancid as the cigarette smoke

You coughed into my face when angry.

The night you walked out of my life

Was May the First - late blossom falling

Over your hair like wet confetti.

I forgave you for stealing my child and my home,

For mocking my parents who openly loved you

But for blighting the Spring only God can forgive you.

Pink snow in drifts - the May bells ringing   -

The cash in your hand is the cash that i earned

To build a haven you swore you believed in,

I feel like a robin shut tight in a trap,

Trevor John Karsavin Potter,

May 22nd. - 27th.  2025.

Green Knights Castle,

 

Informal Garden.

 

1 Golgotha. 2 Calvary Redeemed. Two linked paintings.

 

The Simplicity of Joy.

 

Underwater Event.

 

Completed Homemade Icon.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: Easter in a primitive landscape.Completed painting.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Easter in a primitive landscape.Completed painting.:  

The Prisoner of Conscience.

 

Good Friday Abstracts.

 

Easter in a primitive landscape.Completed painting.

 

When the Harp plays the Bird sings.

 

The Park by the River./ Abstrat Collage.

 

Faces in the sand.

 

Ghost and Red House.

 

Simple Patterns.

 

April 1st. 2025. Springtime Colour At Last.Collage / Pastel / Oil and Water Colour.

 

The Clown wears a coat of many rags and colours. (Not being a clown I spell colours the British way and not the American.)

Jug and House.

 

Blue House.

 

Spring Equinox London.

 19th.March evening. I walked from Tottenham Court Road to the Embankment via Soho Square and Charing Cross Road. This little picture represents my impressions.

Trevor J Potter's Art: If I were a Camera. ( Completely Revised and Re wr...

Trevor J Potter's Art: If I were a Camera. ( Completely Revised and Re wr...: If I were a camera I would zoom in directly On winter trees loud with anthracite crows, The ice white ripples on a cold shallow lake; The da...

Circuits.

 

Dream Shapes. 1 & 2

Wrecking the Suburbs.

 

Order and Destruction.

 

Sunny Afternoon in the Park.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: If I were a Camera. ( Newly Re-written Poem).

Trevor J Potter's Art: If I were a Camera. ( Newly Re-written Poem).: If I were a camera I would zoom in directly On winter trees loud with anthracite crows, The ice white ripples on a cold shallow lake; The da...

Raw Colour.