Torn Page Repaired.

 

Red Fish.

 

The torn page.

 

Sunday Morning Pure Land Meditation. No incense lit.

 

Masks. Strange things emerge from the German forests

 

Paolo and Francesca in the Inferno.

The Inferno is an abstract theological idea expressed in images of people and dark angels committing barbaric acts in the service of God. As the Inferno is in fact an abstract supposition it should be expressed in abstract images not figuratively.

Japanese Village.

 

White Spaces.

 Space is a complex conundrum. A complex issue.

Whats On.

 

Page from an old scrapbook.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: Through the Camera. (Completed Poem).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Through the Camera. (Completed Poem).: Silver white and black images on the screen. We translate them back into the reality that memory proposes Transforming the silver into sever...

Blog Illustrated by a Collage.

 Clearing out the rubbish I find that I am a Buddhist after all. A rationalist who does not believe in the gods and goddesses in a literal sense but understands them to be symbolic representations of various states of being. Buddha was a philosopher at a time when the distinctions between philosophers and religious innovators were blurred and often over lapped. I have, for instance, thought of both Jesus and St. Paul as primarily philosophers brought up in a theocratic society and so they taught, first and foremost, as theologians otherwise they would not have been understood.  Jesus never claimed to be God, we all being in his terms Sons of God; and Buddha never claimed to be either a deity or an an exceptional human being. For 3 or 4 centuries early Christians accepted reincarnation as fact and I can find no reason to disagree with them. The photograph in my collage is of Christmas Humphreys, the founder of the Buddhist Society and a man who had an enormous influence on me when young. He encouraged me to study both the Zen Masters and St. Paul with equal diligence and I`m glad he did so. Bertrand Russel led me to study the Greek and Modern philosophers, and thus learn the tools to defend myself against propaganda and theocratic bigotry.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 03 September 2025.. 

The Centre cannot hold......

 

August Bank Holiday London.

 

Through the Camera. (Revised Completed Poem).

Silver white and black images

on the screen.

We translate them back into the reality

that memory proposes

Transforming the silver into several shades of blue,

The white into sun soaked yellow -

and the black into shadows swiftly fleeting.

This photograph is now a truth finely etched

On top of the reality it represents

Like a silk mask covering a dancers face

As she moves to the music of the stars.

We seem to exist in a world of persuasive images,

But life, like a dream scene, sleeps deep beneath. -

A love over flowing .- A dance without pause.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

22nd. - 28th. August 2025.- September 6th.- 13th. 2025.

Still Centre

 

Suave Puritan dissolved in colour, or Golden Angel Abstract..

 

Shattered Patterns.

 

Sunday Sunday.

 

The Two Wrecked Elfland Towers.

 

Two wrecked Towers..

Gathering My Thoughts in the Morning.(Revised and Completed Poem).

My life seems bereft of meaning,

An empty space 

                           cold

                                   shorn of shadows

When there is only the phone for

                                                company

And the computer for me to work on.

I used to imagine I did not need other people

In and out of the house

Laughing and romping

Talking the serious talk

Until we fell asleep - our heads on the table.

But all these things are precious beyond buying

And all else is dross. 

                                  All things must pass

(Buddha was right about this)

But love and friendships last a lifetime

When rich with understanding

And fearless without regrets..

This phone I too often rely on

                                 when I sit alone in the house

Struggling to read a book

                        Or straining to find some meaning

In the patterns of light on the ceiling 

Is less clear than a crystal ball

When trying to hint at the truth.

Love is a tangible beauty 

That technology cannot emulate.

After each farewell kiss

This emptiness is devastating.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

4th.August 2025..

                                         

Lindisfarne.

 

Townscape Broken and Restored.

 

Torn Pages. Completed Collage.

The different textures of the materials is what is important along with the placement of the colours.

Seaside Houses.

 I was thinking of Southsea in Hampshire where I spent much of my childhood.

Frieze.

 

Peace Painting.s 1 / 2

July Garden.

 

Baltic Trader. (Revised Image)

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: Holy Fool.(Completed Poem).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Holy Fool.(Completed Poem).: 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 ...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Birthday Flowers. (Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Birthday Flowers. (Revised).:   Flicking through pages on my mobile phone I study photos of the summer just gone -   Birthday flowers placed in a vase by the kitchen wind...

Receipt & 2 Saints.

 

Summer Event. New Finished Artwork.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: Yellow Bird.1 & 2.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Yellow Bird.1 & 2.:  

Trevor J Potter's Art: Still Life in a Summer Garden.1 & 3.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Still Life in a Summer Garden.1 & 3.:  

Still Life in a Summer Garden.1 & 3.

 

Summer on my mind. Japanese Garden.

 

Yellow Bird.1 & 2.

 

Manuscript Page.

 

Spider World.

 

Developers in the Suburbs.

 

Patio Heatwave.

 

The force that through the green fuse -

 

Soul Dance.