Hopper

My dad loves Hopper, and he got me to love Hopper. In my grandparents old house my dad had given them a framed Hopper poster and it was great. I love art and try not to do too much analysis when viewing it, however, Hopper's work almost asks for it. I say almost because I'm not completely sure he was asking for it. Anyway, the presentation of Christopher Cartmill and Kristen was fairly entertaining. I really, really, really enjoy the idea of exploring the possible before-and-after of a painting, or even a photo for that matter. Hopper really explores that by capturing the seemingly saddest people in these moments where its totally unclear what they're doing. Seeing the work of Hopper makes me love Greenwich Village even more. The energy of the artists that inhabited this space before us is constant and ceaseless. I find it very difficult to not be inspired in some way by walking through Washington Square Park.
For my Washington Square "window" assignment, I walked to my friend's apartment in the East Village, keeping my eye out for any activity in any apartments. Somehow I came across a woman in her first floor kitchen, preparing dinner. The moment was perfect; a woman with a window view of the street, making food in her brownstone. In seeing this, I attempted to create a short work of fiction, just describing a possible scene. I just love living here. I’m going to be very sad when I go home for the summer, even though I will be about forty miles away. I won’t be able to come in very often. These Hopper moments don’t seem to happen as nicely as they do in New York City. People watching isn’t as interesting anywhere else.