"The great American painter, Edward Hopper was 13 years old when the first motion pictures were shown, he was in his late 40s when talking pictures came, and he died just as Bonnie and Clyde was being released. You could say his life was tied to cinematic history."
KNYO is next door to one of the few bars left in town. One time I parked up the street a little bit, so I crossed there carrying my computer suitcase and shopping bag of the rest: papers, books, crackers, chocolate covered raisins, an apple. It was dead quiet. Nobody anywhere but a blonde woman smoking a cigaret just outside the bar's open door. I could see all the way to the pool table in the very back, with the sharply different levels of light in between, and most of everything gray-brown but the woman's red dress in the foreground, a neon beer brand sign halfway back, and a bright green arrow-shaped sliver of the pool table's top. I said, "That looks like a painting." The woman said, "It does?" I said, "By Edwin Hopper." She said, "Oh." Later I thought over it and winced. /Edward/ Hopper. /Edward/.
ReplyDeleteAt least you didn't call him Dennis Hopper.
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