Feels like a Hopper day.
Whenever I see an image by artist Edward Hopper, I am reminded of two things: Mari and the museum, which had one of my favorite Hopper paintings on display (“New York Pavements”). The people in Hopper’s paintings always seem to be alone, even when with someone else, which appeals to my love of solitude.
For more information about the artist, click here. Wikipaintings has a nice collection of work by Hopper.
Here are some of my favorites:
My Edward Hopper Eye, My Claude Monet
I walk the streets at night
shutting first one eye, then the other.
The left eye is Hopper, its lens
too clear for comfort, the hard lines
of a town you’re stuck in, always
August, noon or midnight.
The right eye haloes each street lamp.
Threads of light dissolve each tree into
the next in Paris, spring,
In Monet’s garden of well-tended horizons
I sleep three nights, then someone delivers
a newspaper. In the damp green air
events rub off on my hands.
In every storm
one eye watches bare light
shock the land, split a tree;
the other sees each gutter
alive with wings and the rain rinsing.
And so the eyes argue:
one strips, one clothes. One cauterizes,
one salves. And I
~ Veronica Patterson
Music by Helios, “Halving the Compass”
- The real landscape of Edward Hopper (telegraph.co.uk)