Nighthawks
This painting is a favorite of my stepson ... and I love the way Edward Hopper makes you feel what it was like during the war, in the empty city, early morning, after the bar closed.
Nighthawks Edward Hopper 1942
posted by mireille at 6:06 PM
9 Comments:
it's so nice to hear from you, N! xoxo
6:17 AM
Very evocative. Bright colours, but they're muted so much. So lonely.
10:08 AM
I love this one. I never feel lonely in it, but rather I feel cozy.
Which could probably be psychoanalyzed, but let's not.
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Today's: rvxbpnzi: 1.) Rumpelstiltskin's name in his native tongue; 2.) A little-known Italian pasta.
10:55 AM
I really like Hopper's work. I saw a great exhibit of his works in San Francisco in the mid 1980s.
Sarasotagirl: I had fun with the verification words for awhile, and once in a while one will inspire me.
11:20 AM
I love this painting as well. However it always makes me feel this if I am an outsider, not really a part of what is happening on the inside of this bar. Probably very similar to how people felt at that time of what was happening around them, that they couldn't quite grasp or feel a part of it. I don't know just a guess.
never could do the verification game, by the time I thought of something clever enough a new post was up!
11:58 AM
Nice picture. I wouldn't mind having that in my living room.
12:30 PM
I adore Hopper. There was a wonderful exhibition of his works at Tate Modern last year; I could have spent several days looking at those paintings.
There is also a superb essay about him by my favourite (he's so cute) philosopher, Alain de Botton, entitled On the Pleasures of Sadness, where he describes Hopper as 'the painterly counterpart to Bach or Leonard Cohen'. He begins by saying, 'Edward Hopper belongs to that category of artists whose work is sad but does not make us sad.' And ends with 'Oscar Wilde once remarked that there had been no fog in London before Whistler had painted it. There was of course lots of fog, it was just that little bit harder to notice its qualities without the example of Whistler to direct our gaze. What Wilde said of Whistler, we may well say of Hopper: that there were far fewer service stations, Little Chefs, airports, trains, motels and diners visible in the world before Edward Hopper began painting.' The essay is just as melancholy and comforting as a Hopper.
6:41 PM
That's wonderful J.
11:16 AM
Thanks, SL. Alain de Botton is a very sensitive man.
6:16 PM
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