Edward Hopper tribute.

In Memoriam, Mr. Edward Hopper (what to do when you have an extra pea).

This is a moment. A little moment. I know that most of Ed Hopper’s work carries a drenching loneliness to it; those urban scenes where people are together but not together, people all together being alone, and they’re filled with shadows and nighttime and urban feeling symbols and reminders everywhere…

…and yet I still find connections, disparate connections in my different life as a dad, amidst the joy and chaos and daylight rural-ish living; of life with others that still has peculiar individual moments.

Or maybe it’s because I’m an observer too, like Hopper, and also am tuned into tone and atmosphere. Maybe this is closer to Grant Wood or James Whistler than Ed Hopper. But maybe not.