Friday, November 16, 2012

So not having any idea of what I'm going to paint, I just take this paper, cut it to a size, and affix it to a board on my easel. 
  Then I get out some colors, mostly some primaries and started to put down some red, then blue, in a random fashion. I began to see a form, abstract in shape, but nevertheless a diverse form. So I went with that. I got to a point where it congealed to an interesting subject. Once I saw that it was of interest to me,
I left it alone to live. 

Paintings don't need finish, they need to take root in their own way. Once the work begins to live, its a fragile thing.  I hate it when I persist in getting in the last word on an already evolved piece.  Restraint from dabbling is necessary at this point, unless the intent is to dabble. 
Anyway, I called it,          
 "Configurations"
 8x8 inches
 acrylic on paper

Winter on Cheshire Lake
8x10
acrylic on canvas panel
$100
russpotak.etsy.com
Living near a lake in the Berkshires, has it stellar moments. Like when the ice fisherman are out on the lake as well as some ice skaters too. The low sun in the afternoon creates some beautiful patterns on the snow and ice. The mountains deepen in shadows and the sky turns a salmon pink and orange. This is my interpretation of that moment of the day as I was there sipping on my coffee.