Friday, 21 January 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: Paintbrush Meditations, - Four Short Poems About A...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Paintbrush Meditations, - Four Short Poems About A...: 1 . Love the new painting I just painted, Not because I painted it But because I painted it with love. ...
Friday, 14 January 2022
Paintbrush Meditations, - Four Short Poems About Art. (Revised Sequence).
1.
Love the new painting I just painted,
Not because I painted it
But because I painted it with love.
2.
Art is my language;
I cannot talk small-talk to strangers,
Or neighbours,
Or old friends,
Its far too insensitive,
Far too out of touch.
But the paintings I paint are not mute,
They will tell you the whole of my story
If you just stay still
And look.
3
No, I will not sell my paintings
Even though you beg me.
They are the reason I exist.
They are my children.
They are everything I am.
I cannot sell a part of myself
Even if snide loan sharks
Batter down the door.
Only a fool could sell his child
To buy a loaf of bread.
Once the bread is finished
Then everything is lost.
No, I will not sell my paintings;
What you do when I am dead is up to you.
4.
This painting tells an intimate story.
It does not give up its secrets easily,
If it did it would not be true to life,
Our squabbles and our laughter.
Love this painting, not because I painted it,
It is a law unto itself, outside the wall of words.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
14th. - 16th. - 21st January 2022.
Thursday, 13 January 2022
Stardust Kisses.
The kisses that I saved up just for you
Posses the powers to turn back every clock,
Make each new day the first day that we met,
Then hold back winter for a thousand years.
Your kisses also have these special powers,
They taste of springtime, of cups of cherry wine,
Of Gypsy blessings spoken in a trance
While lace is draped across the wedding bed.
When I am with you January seems to melt,
A pale grey ghost leaving by the back door,
An early April sun has pierced the blinds.
When I am with you daffodils never wither.
The kisses that we saved up for each other
Are stardust kisses, they fill our lives with light,
Change us to the children we once were
Chasing after wild dreams in the park.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
14th. January 2022.
Sunday, 9 January 2022
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...
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...
Saturday, 8 January 2022
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 white.
In August I dream people in all their summer beauty.
December is so grey bright colours just seem false.
Winter is for intellect,
Summer for emotion,
Love burns low when the sun is clouded out of sight.
But there is a sort of wistfulness in the finest poetry,
Tranquility few painters can find ways to express
Except perhaps Vermeer contemplating loneliness, -
Two people in a spacious room
Almost at ease together
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
8th. January 2022. - November 8th. 2023.
Wednesday, 5 January 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: Sleeping Beauty in Barnet. - A Story for Twelth Ni...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Sleeping Beauty in Barnet. - A Story for Twelfth Ni...: The Edwardian villa across from my semi Slowly decays behind a hedge of thorns. Perhaps a sad princess has pricked her finger And awaits Pri...
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