Last summer I was in Washington DC visiting friend of mine who migrated with her family from Iran and landed in Washington DC. By accident I have noticed in the same weekend there is an opening of Edward Hopper exhibition. I had seen couple of his work in Whitney Museum in New York City and I fell in love with his work. He painted landmarks of American realism combined with loneliness, isolation and melancholy. His pain and sorrow and loneliness were familiar even though most of his painting that I saw painted in New York.
So the next day I went to the exhibition with excitement, I was eager to see rest of his work which I heard there are many. And I fell in love again. The exhibition contained about 48 oil paintings, 34 watercolors, and 12 prints. There was a documentary film which includes archival and new footage of the places that inspired him the most in New York and New England, including his boyhood and his studio in Washington Square where he lived for 50 years.
Edward Hopper born in Nyack, New York in 1882 and he lived almost 50 years in Washington Square in New York City. He studied illustration and painting in NewYork Institute of Art and Design largely under Robert Henri. For his formal education he traveled to Europe three times between 1906 and 1910 but remained unaffected by current French and Spanish experiments in cubism.
Most of his paintings portray scenes in New York or New England, both country and city scenes, all with a spare, homely quality—deserted streets, half-empty theaters, gas stations, railroad tracks, rooming houses. One of his best-known works, Nighthawks (1942, Art Institute of Chicago), shows an all-night café, its few uncommunicative customers illuminated in the pitiless glare of electric lights.
Although Hopper's work was outside the mainstream of mid-20th-century abstraction, his simplified schematic style was one of the influences on the later representational revival and on pop art. He died May 15, 1967, in New York City.
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