We were all wide eyed at his various styles, almost looked like 3 different artists. We marveled at his use of color and line. Some pieces are very large and some were small, some paintings some simple sketches still with the spiral "feathers" attached. All were amazing.
After we gawked for a couple hours, we went to lunch then headed back for another round. Its this second time around we really started dissecting the works, why did they work? We noticed on many of the paintings with figures, the hands were huge! Very disproportionate to the rest of the figure. Yet, the painting held together just fine.
Elements such as cows were going right off the canvas, out the corners?! Distant hills were brilliant blues instead of muted, and fences 'closing off' the viewer. Closer images were fuzzy and often just blobs, while a figure in the distance was much more tightly rendered and bright. Much of what, at a distance, appeared tightly detailed was actually barely more than dollops of color. And he often tossed in a very strong hue in very odd places.
As we looked and talked, we discovered, Harvey Dunn broke allll the rules! *Gasp*! Yet, his works, work! Why?, we asked each other.
Because instead of worrying about the "rules", Harvey just painted. He got his point across the way he felt like doing. His works are alive with emotion. That's why they work. They aren't dead robot-works full of perfection. He seems more concerned with how you *feel* in looking at his works rather than if the rules are all in tact. A lesson among many we all took home that day. Well done Harvey, Well done.
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| The Prairie is My Garden, by Harvey Dunn |
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