Gary Bunt
I’m not sure how I feel about Bunt.
Half of me likes the narrative qualities of Blunts work. I appreciate his imagined landscapes, the attention to detail, the story telling… its all great… but.
Its so figging sentimental. Its killing me. Its probably just because I have been tuned to dismiss anything bordering on kitsch.
I’m going to think about this guy for a while. I think some of my reservations also have to do with how I approach art. I kind of feel like Bunt crossed the line and went into Kinkade territory here, but maybe he didn’t.
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