Last year, I published a poetry collection that includes the following poem:Sitting Backward on the Bus Most claim the front-facing seats but I opt for the rear to watch what is become what was rather than imagine what may or may not be. What was is what is still to come. And it never lies. Which is why I visit the past perhaps one of the last looking backward moving forward.
Your post really good, so thanks! And as to "Edward Hopper" both in general and as to the painting illustrating your post: In approximately 1983 my husband and I went to a convention-- in Chicago-- in his then industry. While he was at meetings, I took myself off to the Art Museum that had a Hopper exhibition. I walked out of there crying and reacting as if I had had a religious experience. Prior to the exhibition I had only seen Hopper work on paper, including in a maybe 9 x 12 paperback devoted just to him. I cannot urge strongly enough to do anything you and all that like him can to see his original work: you NEVER saw such light poring out of canvas! You just can't imagine what a profound experience.
Your post really good, so thanks! And as to "Edward Hopper" both in general and as to the painting illustrating your post: In approximately 1983 my husband and I went to a convention-- in Chicago-- in his then industry. While he was at meetings, I took myself off to the Art Museum that had a Hopper exhibition. I walked out of there crying and reacting as if I had had a religious experience. Prior to the exhibition I had only seen Hopper work on paper, including in a maybe 9 x 12 paperback devoted just to him. I cannot urge strongly enough to do anything you and all that like him can to see his original work: you NEVER saw such light poring out of canvas! You just can't imagine what a profound experience.