Untitled c. 1969

This untitled drawing was made by George Bunker, we don't know when, with what looks like graphite on paper. There's a directness to the marks, as if Bunker was working on site, quickly, to capture the feeling of the place. Look at the way the trees are rendered – these almost-cylindrical forms are built with scribbled lines that vary in pressure, creating a sense of depth and volume. There's a wonderful looseness and freedom here, a willingness to let the hand wander. The lines aren’t precious; they overlap and intersect, forming a dense network of marks that suggest the complexity of nature. Bunker's approach reminds me of Guston's late drawings – a similar embrace of the imperfect, the raw, and the immediate. And like Guston, Bunker seems to be saying that art isn't about perfect representation, but about something more human, something more real. It's not a precise record of a time or place, it's an invitation to see the world with fresh eyes.