Posts Tagged ‘Sarah Potter’

In Memory of a Cat

Monday, May 29th, 2017

He had a hard entrance into this world and a hard exit, but in between Snowball had a pretty good time. He was Sarah’s constant companion from 2003 until the 22nd of this month. Occasionally he’d deign to leave her side to teach me a few life lessons, such as it’s perfectly normal behavior to hide under the couch whenever Kathy’s relatives would visit or that it is never a bad time to take a nap. An even better lesson he taught me was never to hold a grudge. One may take understandably strong umbrage at having one’s tail stepped on, but it’s beneath one’s dignity to nurture the insult and let it fester. He taught me we all get our tails stepped on but since a lifetime is short, be it one life or nine, it shouldn’t be squandered in cramped pettiness when it can flourish in expansive forgiveness. He was one pretty smart cat. May he rest in peace.

Rhyme and Reason

Friday, January 29th, 2016

First, a little tribute to Gene Lehman, without whom Mystic Dreaming could never have been what it now is:

A great friend,
A great, great lifesaver,
A great, great, great artist,
And a great many more things.
Thanks!

The wondrous event poetry lovers the world over have been eagerly awaiting has finally arrived. Sarah Potter’s second collection of original poetry is now available! It’s titled Mystic Dreaming and you can find more information about on it at the following link:

Buy Mystic Dreaming here

The Soul of a Poet

Sunday, May 3rd, 2015

Now joining the ranks of Dante, Milton, Poe, Whitman and Dickinson is
our very own Sarah Potter, who has published her debut collection of
poetry! You can find out more about her book via the link below.

http://www.amazon.com/Sylvan-Dreaming-Sarah-E-Potter/dp/1508424861/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1430506944&sr=8-2&keywords=sarah+potter

She Never Really Understood Him

Saturday, December 20th, 2014

Thanks to Sarah Potter for the flowing ribbons suggestion.

In Sarah’s Woods

Wednesday, March 26th, 2014

Titian. Van Gogh. Matisse. Wheeler Hall. Immortal and sublime colorists all. And now a new member joins this august company, our own Sarah Potter. This drawing is one in an informal series whereby I attempt a more-or-less complete drawing in two hours or less. Once the bell tolls the piece is dead and I do not touch it. All the mistakes and embarrassments, and there are many, are left undisturbed. I consider this a weak and vapid piece, not at all what I wanted, and was going to inter it away where it would never see the light of day. Then Sarah came by and said she liked it but that it needed butterfly wings and, if I added those, she would like to color it. And thus the piece was resuscitated from the very mouth of the grave. It was too heavily shaded to be colored on directly, so I made a quick outline tracing for Sarah. Her first bit of artistic license was to change the image’s gender, after which she plied her color pencils. Compare the before and after! Being an unbiased and disinterested viewer, I think her work is quite impressive. I’m sure you agree.

The Lyre (Apollo)

Saturday, February 22nd, 2014

This was done in 2004. It’s one in a series of drawings based on Greek myths. I can’t be sure after all this time, but I suspect it is the final piece. If not, it has to be one of the last ones drawn since I can see in it that I was repeating themes. I happened to disinter it while looking for something else and felt absolute indifference toward it, as if I had merely stumbled upon a faded photograph of a stranger. Whatever thoughts or feelings inspired it had dissipated over the years and could not be summoned back. Then Sarah happened to walk by and said, “Oh! That one’s good.” So you know what? Now I like it.

When He Returns

Saturday, December 28th, 2013

Another old painting (2007, to be precise) based on a Barb Stork photograph. That photograph of Sarah and a canine reminded me of those innumerable nineteenth century representations of wives and children hopefully waiting for their loved ones to return from the merciless sea. I’m not sure what the dog’s waiting for. Being a dog, it probably doesn’t know either.

Christmas 2013

Monday, December 23rd, 2013

Merry Christmas from the Potter family: Jeff, Kathy, and Sarah.

And happy holiday wishes from all the contributors at Potter’s Sketchbook.

(Elf Illustration: Jeff Potter did the pencils; Wheeler Hall slapped down the colors)

“A Merry Old Soul (to Life!)”

Saturday, November 2nd, 2013

“Like God did God make man; male and female made He them.”

Albeit but a pale and stunted imitation of the Eternal’s, a father’s love for his children still defies earthly measurement or mortal description. To celebrate Sarah’s arrival into the world and her maturing, I’d hoped to do a series of paintings based on nursery rhymes. I was only able to paint a few over the years, the first one being Old King Cole. Together he and I welcomed new life into this old place. And the years tumbled by and my newborn infant was suddenly a toddler, her hair matted with peas and applesauce. And now that toddler stands suddenly before me a radiant young woman, her hair still matted with peas and applesauce. She so takes after her mother. Once another Old King Cole and I bid a joyous greeting to baby Sarah; now this one and I join in wishing her a wistful farewell as she becomes an independent adult. It seems only a few days ago I brought her into the world and now she’s all ready to go out into it to find her own place and make her own mark. I know from experience that it’s a scary old world but I also know from experience that Sarah can be even scarier. Through these all-too-short years, you’ve made this old man very merry indeed, Sarah. Go get ‘em, girl!

One last bit of purple prose pontificating. Nothing is symmetrical in this piece, Sarah, everything is lopsided. That’s my preemptive visual sermon if someone should ever tell you that your life should be perfectly balanced, predictable, safe and unvaryingly pleasant. Such a fate may be fine for a goldfish in its bowl, but it’s a miserable lot for a human being. Almost everything in this life is slightly out of plumb, asymmetrical, off-kilter and askew. It’s rare to have a perfect fit. Although that might be irritating at times, it also means that no door can ever be irreversibly shut in this life, it’s always slightly ajar — and that’s part of the adventure that makes this life worth the living.

“Ol’ Bossie”

Thursday, September 5th, 2013

This was just a fun piece done when Sarah was fascinated by dragons. I kept thinking if dragons were real, much to Sarah’s disappointment, they’d probably be more akin to cattle than anything else.