Hopper paintings have turned into Bruuuce. I love both of them, but I might be done. Toooo depressing. Tooo raw. Too much of so little. To them I must bid adieu, au revoir, so long, goodbye. But first a few questions:
HOPE IN ONE HAND, AND IT’S ENOUGH
Art is defined by hope. As in, “I hope people like my work.” Turns out people like Grant Wood’s American Gothic just fine.
Edward Hopper’s Portland?
The Perfect Painter For Dark Days Of The Soul. You’re not the first Portland baby boomer to wake up on a Sunday with no NFL games that matter. No early game, no late game, no Football Night In America game. You’re depressed, but don’t want to admit it’s because of no football. College ball is […]