Morning Sun, By Edward Hopper (1952)
Okay, so it’s the late afternoon, not the morning; the sun is still out, and this picture still sings.
Morning Sun, By Edward Hopper (1952)
Okay, so it’s the late afternoon, not the morning; the sun is still out, and this picture still sings.
Categories: Art of the Night Bronx Banter
There's never a bad time of day for Hopper.
It is a fabulous image.
He's one of my favorites even though his subjects often look ponderous and down. Maybe that's why I like him. Love his use of light.
Thanks, AB
[1] I agree.
Yeah, I love the use of space and light. And as a kid, his pictures really appealed to me, and I think the lonliness of his people was attractive for some reason. Interestingly enough, when you see these paintings up close, Hopper was very clunky at rendering the human figure. The closer you get, the clunkier they are, but if you move half way across the room, that doesn't matter and the figures really click.
And the shapes.
In drawing class last semester, you had a rest period where you were directed to look at art books for fifteen minutes, or so. I was usually the last one to the stack. Morandi and Hopper were always there. The younger set may not have discovered him.
I have a Bedard of Nighthawks. It perfectly shows the predatoriness of the piece, as opposed to the loneliness. Ducks sit at the counter. A croc lurks outside.
His early watercolors should be explored, also.