edward hopper

There is a series done in the top floors of buildings. They are done on the top of buildings with stark white walls and cerualn skies. A nude who sits on a cot and takes off her stockings. A man in an office with a bieze(sp) top. A couple waking up to each other You notice the banal furniture and the stark light. The people seem secondary .

The two teenagers talking at dusk on the veranda of an old victorain said more about lazy pubescent sexuality then almost anything. It seems so foreward , awkard and lovely. But that was the only long island potrait i liked.

As well some of buildings have more personailty then his people.
The Sunday Morning Brooklyn Brownstones. It reminds me of Eyes Wide Shut were the city isolates itself through the pure will of an indivdaul. Except he succeded
As well he did that gas station that seems like a perfect picture of a dying time or the broken victorian on that sea side hill

I prefer Bellows or Camdmus or Eakins but Hopper has his place.

I think via Maureen Gallace, who is a really great painter, when there are so few painters who are even good now, I'm understanding Hopper more and more. He turns sentimentality into a substance rich with so many vaporous substances. His feelings make me feel tight for an unremembered perfect summer someplace.

sentimentality?

Um, it's a word...

I don't believe that he is ordinarily regarded as sentimental or seeking to evoke summery perfection.

Oh, the summery perfection is my thing... I like this quote: "As a child I felt that the light on the upper part of a house was different than that on the lower part. There is a sort of elation about sunlight on the uperpart of a house. You know there are many thoughts, many impulses, that go into a picture- not just one."

I'm not really saying what I want to say here, but he does; he does it very beautifully.

I mused a bit messily about Maureen Gallace here a while back. No question that Hopper seems important to her.

He is/was also an influence on Luc Tuymans as well.