Let life happen to you. Believe me; life is in the right, always.
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Pennies from Heaven
1981
Let life happen to you. Believe me; life is in the right, always.
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Pennies from Heaven
1981

Pain is what we don't attend to. We allow our silence to be hemmed in by isolation. The space beyond shapes us. Our fears may become the curators of our lived presence, our observed behaviours, our forgotten dreams.
Don't let them go. We own one body and one mind. It's all ours, and in the end it's all we have.
A Hopper State of Mind
Aileen Walsh
The Double Negative.co.uk
2021
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Tribute to Hopper/unknown
There is only one day left, always starting over : it is given to us at dawn and taken away at dusk.
Jean Paul Sartre
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Edward Hopper Gas (detail)

Hopper's painting represents a borderline situation. It is set at the frontier between day and night, between civilization and nature. The gas station has the appearance of a last outpost, where the human realm gives way, across the road, to the anonymous realm of nature, the edge of the woods rises like a dark wall in which no individual tree can be discerned. But our eye returns again and again to it's warm hue. The bright, almost pure white fluorescent light in the gas station, in contrast, is almost painful to look at, and the eye shifts to the ribbon of road leading out of the picture to the right.
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Kafkasapartment Tumblr
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Gas
Edward Hopper
1940
https://kafkasapartment.tumblr.com/post/49607817972/gas-1940-by-edward-hopper-hoppers-painting
In place of meaningful interactions, the four characters inside the diner of Edward Hopper's Nighthawks are involved in a series of near misses. The man and woman might be touching hands, but they aren't. The waiter and smoking man might be conversing, but they're not. The couple might strike up a conversation with the man facing them, but somehow, we know they won't. And then we realize that Hopper has placed us, the viewer, on the city street, with no door to enter the diner, and yet in a position to evaluate each of the people inside. We see the row of empty counter stools nearest us. We notice that no one is making eye contact with anyone else. Up close, the waiter's face appears to have an expression of horror or pain. And there's a chilling revelation ; each of us is completely alone in the world.
Christine Zapella
Smarthistory.org
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Nighthawks
Edward Hopper
1942
https://smarthistory.org/seeing-america-2/nighthawks-sa/