I’m drawn to paintings of soloists. Edward Hopper is the master of solitude, I learned at an exhibition during my time at university. It’s impossible to not consider what’s happening inside his subjects, or just beyond their canvas.
The pensive lady in Automat. The woman looking out in Morning Sun. The man sweeping in Pennsylvania Coal Town. What are their stories? Let’s imagine.
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