Sunday, 16 July 2023
Trevor J Potter's Art: Letting the Light In. For S.... Revised & Complet...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Letting the Light In. For S.... Revised & Complet...: Thinking only in black and white I dipped the pencil into water Then drew thick lines, squares and circles, Onto the rough grained paper. Bu...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Letting the Light In. For S.... Newly Completed P...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Letting the Light In. For S.... Newly Completed P...: Thinking only in black and white I dipped the pencil into water Then drew thick lines, squares and circles, Onto the rough grained paper. Bu...
Saturday, 15 July 2023
Trevor J Potter's Art: 1 Dreamscape 4 Abstracts and 2 Still Lifes
Trevor J Potter's Art: 1 Dreamscape 4 Abstracts and 2 Still Lifes: Art is never truly abstract, everything comes from nature, and the spirit.
Friday, 14 July 2023
Trevor J Potter's Art: 3 Abstracts and 2 Still Lifes
Trevor J Potter's Art: 3 Abstracts and 2 Still Lifes: Art is never truly abstract, everything comes from nature, and the spirit.
Wednesday, 12 July 2023
Tuesday, 11 July 2023
Monday, 10 July 2023
Letting the Light In. For S.... Revised & Completed Poem. (plus 1 painting)
Thinking only in black and white
I dipped the pencil into water
Then drew thick lines, squares and circles,
Onto the rough grained paper.
But suddenly I remembered your morning
smile,
Radiant with Southdown sunlight,
And, ceasing to plan ahead, to value order,
I grabbed every colour that seemed entirely
right
To dance an anarchic dazzle
Over the vacant spaces.
I have never been able to tell you how
fabulous you are,
Especially you skating the width and
breadth of town,
Chasing the seagulls with a laugh and a shout.
To me you are the midsummer`s morning
gatecrashing the revels of night.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
10th. - 16th. July 2023.
For me the kingdom of night is England under Johnson and Sunak.
The girl in this poem is a genuine lady, a true spreader of spiritual light.
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