Additional Information
Clouds of dust rise from the brown earth in a cloudless yellow sky. You almost expect the distant trees to be upside down. Kuhn gets the heat, gets the three capes, gets the moment when a bath in dust is all that’s to be had. There’s a brilliant economy at work here. An arrangement of horizontal planes is broken by a few, thin verticals and angles. The abstract application of contrasting colors denotes the sheen of the animals’ coats, their sweat. But there’s a subtle humor here as well. The two buffs at right seem to be waiting their turn, as if this is the only–or maybe just the best–dust bath on the plain.