Showing posts with label Sarah Potter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sarah Potter. Show all posts

Saturday, August 10, 2024

Books From the Past

 






Back in 2015, Sarah self-published Sylvan Dreaming, a book of her poetry. She asked me to illustrate it, and how could anyone say no to such a charming individual? I may be biased, but I think the poetry is excellent. Recently coming upon a copy of this book, and the other titles that follow, I toyed with the idea of posting them here. I was averse at first since I felt it would come across as rather repellant bragging. But then I admitted this little footling blog exists only for my rampant ego anyway, so why not? So, if anyone should stumble upon this post, I ask you to both excuse and indulge me in the following unbridled display of conceit. 

First, the illustrations for this title weren't as bad as I remembered. I wouldn't call them good, mind you, but I feel they're not as bad as they might have been. As always, the colors did not reproduce well at all. I don't know if I'm the problem or if it's the computer or a combination of the two. I can overlook that, though, since I'm used to it and, besides, the poetry is so good that the horribly colored accompanying illustrations can't detract from it.

Sarah's next book, also published in 2015, is Mystic Dreaming. Again, the poetry is great, the illustrations could have been better and the coloring could have been a lot better. But now a new problem has raised its ugly head. For some reason, Sarah changed the illustrations' dimensions. Maybe (I can't recall now) I used a different size paper than used for the previous book's pictures, so the image didn't fit as nicely. They're very elongated and distorted, as if seen in a funhouse mirror. A fantastic artist and friend of the family, Mr. Gene Lehman, who also is a computer whiz, worked his computer magic to resize all the images, so they would fit on the page and not be warped. Alas, Sarah never used Gene's corrected images; thus, the book's great poetry is sadly accompanied by ridiculous-looking drawings.

The next book, published in 2017, is Kathy's retelling of a folktale and is titled Marriage of a Mouse. Again, I might be a trifle prejudiced, but I think she did a great job! The cover only has the title with no art, so I used the title page for its image. As for my drawings, unlike Sarah's books where the drawings have their own pages, this one has the text and drawing sharing the same page. Frankly, this made the illustrations too small and, if I remember correctly, there were only a few book sizes offered by the printer, which left a lot of white space. Still, since the book is for little children and is about little mice, perhaps it's all right the images are tiny.

Now, I'm showing the last book out of sheer vanity and gross conceit. It's a series of attempted spooky stories and I wrote it myself. I used the pen name Quillin Potter since other Jeff Potters had books out. The book has no illustrations. I must have proofread that book a billion-billion times and it's still overrun with errors, such as misusing "traverse" and "transverse" and "vertical" for "horizontal." And don't get me started on wild punctuation, syntax and grammar! Maybe I was so obsessed with trying to sound like Edgar A. Poe or H.P. Lovecraft that I wasn't paying enough attention to anything else.

For fun, I checked Amazon's website to see if they still carry these titles. They do! But then, the books are print-on-demand. I was surprised with how expensive they are. But then I recalled each book had to have a minimum price for the printer to at least break even.

And that's it! There's no reason for this post. As I said, I posted this just out of gross vanity ... I guess just like I did with all its sisters. 

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

They Were Happy Times


This was done way back in 2003. You can tell by the faded images and the creases in the paper that it's old. It's supposed to be a family portrait. Kathy and Sarah have changed a bit over the intervening years, naturally. I, unnaturally, have not aged one second. Sometimes it pays to be friends with Dorian Gray.

Saturday, April 4, 2020

For Bluebell

Bluebell was my daughter Sarah's cat from the summer of 2003 until today. This drawing is not a very good likeness of the cat... such as, for one thing, she had longer ears. And I also couldn't get the scanner to reproduce the colors too well (Bluebell was gray, not blue). I drew this in 2015 to accompany a book Sarah self-published titled Mystic Dreaming: A Book of Poetry. If you're interested, you can find a copy at Amazon.com. I think Sarah is a gifted poet, but then, I am extremely biased.  Anyway, this is the poem Sarah wrote about Bluebell way back in 2015:

Bluebell
(For my she-cat)

She is gray as storm clouds,
Striped with darker fur.
Her eyes are sage green.
Her fur is soft and thick.
She walks on silent paws.
Her ears are pricked high.
Her nose is darker gray.
Her purr brings calm and peace.

After a long, contented and, until just a few day ago, a healthy life, Bluebell quietly passed away today. Rest in peace, old friend. You were always quite the charming character.

Sunday, September 1, 2019

When He Returns

This painting was done in 2007 and is based on a photograph by my sister-in-law, Barb Stork. It shows a young Sarah with a dog named Patches. The photograph, like all of Barb's images, is striking, which is one reason Kathy wanted me to make a painting of it. As for the painting itself, for some reason I can't comprehend, there's something about it (maybe the light?) that reminds me of John Singer Sargent, even though this piece is woefully beneath his awe-inspiring abilities. As I told Kathy when we stumbled upon this long-forgotten work in the attic, it looks like something Sargent might have painted if Sargent didn't know how to paint. Still, as previously mentioned, the Barb Stork photograph it's based on is impressive. You can see some of Barb's work by visiting her website at www.barbstork.com. You'll be glad you did!

Saturday, February 2, 2019

Sarah in a Rare Moment

To go with yesterday's image, here's a view of an older Sarah originally posted on an obsolete site. It's proof that she did sleep when she was young, if only for five seconds out of the day.

Friday, February 1, 2019

The End of Civilization

It was twenty-three years ago this month that Sarah descended upon an unsuspecting world. As a doting father, what can I do to embarrass her on this special occasion? I know! I'll dig out a drawing I did of her twenty-two years ago, showing her in all her glory! Please  ignore that awful right eye and other fiascos. Although Sarah has changed a great deal over the years, I've yet to see much of me in her, physically or in personality; but I can certainly tell she inherited her mother's cheekiness.

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Sarah and the Crickets (apologies to the memory of Buddy)

The above is an article written by Sarah that was published in the Beaver Creek Wetlands Association's "The Spotted Turtle," volume 3, number 4, Fall 2017. Yup, her mother and father are kind of proud of her.

Zinnia Dreams

There are people who can make the desert bloom and faded hearts to flower. Such people have a gift ... and such people are a gift.