The Art of Edward Hopper

The vacant rooms, the empty streets, the deserted beaches.

Frozen in the moment, waiting……waiting…..

A land too large to love, too vast to understand.

Stretching endlessly from Atlantic shore to forest, to plain, to mountain and down to the Pacific’s lonely sand and stone.

All those canvases shunned and vilified,

hidden away in the dark, dusty recesses of museum storerooms.

Waiting….waiting for a new artistic awakening.

Waiting for the warm, languid light to flood those melancholy american spaces once again.