EDWARD HOPPER REMINDS ME Each Us Lives a Life Today. Some will look to the past for wisdom, others will look to the future for hope. Some will look at Hopper’s urban inflected works like Nighthawks and see desolation, isolation and despair. Others will see in that diner scene a search for community and hope. Despair and hope are the American way. Who hasn’t known desolation and despair?
Who doesn’t yearn for more community and hope? We cannot fully cut the tethers to our past. If we succeed in cutting all physical ties, some strange psychic hold of yesterday yet remains. We may divorce, we may move, we may give ourselves a new name, yet in our core will ever be a kernel of who we were. Some will despair of this, others will hope that kernel will grow.
We cannot avoid the inevitable future, much as many would want to find comfort in the past. Some despair of the future and see only a path heading downward. Others hear a future, silent hope, a wordless world of wonder.
I find all these things in Edward Hopper’s magical expressions of light. This artist urban and urbane had another side more rural, more romantic and yet real all in one. Hopper of Nyack, New York was a son of what would be the suburbs now. Not of the city, but yearning for its hope.
Hopper also knew well the romance of a more rural world, evident in a land of endless evenings and all other times of the day as well. His landscapes abound with the energy of life. His seascapes rise with light. Ground Swell above reminds me of who I was. And tomorrow we will all be creatures falling and rising on the same sea.
What artist of whatever kind is speaking most to you today?