Friday, 8 January 2010

The comfort of strangers

They said that Edward Hopper pictured the frustration of being alone when we’re so damn together. What I see, though, in my favourite painting of his is the frustration of being so damn together when all we want is to be alone. Don´t let the solitary character fool you. Hopper´s brilliance is in the things we do not see, but we can feel they are there.

The comfort of strangers. And a tango.



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