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Thursday, May 21, 2015

Edward Hopper

Edward Hopper (1882-1967)
self-portrait from 1906
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(The Moderns)

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Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Austen, Chekhov, Ozu, Hopper, Chardin

Chardin, The Silver Beaker
oil on canvas, c. 1750
Musée du Louvre
(source: wikiart)
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An English novelist from the Regency times, a Russian playwright and short-stories author living at the end of the 19th century, a Japanese director of the 1930s/40s/50s, and an American painter contemporary with the Japanese. Do they have something in common? Is it for them a proximate genus? Then what are their specific differences? The universe they are dealing with in their works is up to a point similar: a thin section sliced with peculiar attention in the medium to lower level of gentility or bourgeoisie/intelligentsia, mixed with all kind of picturesque guys, like perpetual students aspiring sometimes to the status of small clerics or clergymen (it depends on the epoch), plus one or more wise and rather skeptical doctors or professors, or other enigmatic individuals (sometimes on the brink of failure). And this universe is explored with great empathy and nobility, and with tireless dedication. Their approach is not demiurgical, like at so many other creators; they let their personages to play by themselves, the situations to evolve freely; and they, the creators, are just there, on the side, enjoying the uniqueness of some moments, all other times just admiring the holiness of the mundane, and meditating maybe, at the ways life goes on.

And maybe the French rococo painter is not too far (if not for the universe, at least for the approach).



(Jane Austen)

(Chekhov)

(Yasujiro Ozu and Setsuko Hara)

(Hopper)

(Chardin)

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Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Edward Hopper - Cape Cod Evening



I promised these images :) Here are some close-ups:






(Washington DC National Gallery of Art)

(Hopper)

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Friday, January 23, 2009

Ozu and Hopper

Edward Hopper - Chop Suey, 1929
oil on canvas


Ozu calls into mind, firstly, Chekhov. Then (and I could be wrong maybe), Hopper: in the sense that Ozu followed with love, and sensibility, and patience, and discretion a universe where dramas are as terrible as anywhere, only here they are hidden.

Yes, Hopper could be a term of comparison: his personages hide something, you feel some tension, you cannot see it, as Hopper is as discreet as Ozu can be.

Well, there are some paintings by Hopper where the tension is obvious (though, as I said, hidden). Think at his Nighthawks.

There are other works of Hopper where I cannot guess the tension at all: look at this Chop Suey for instance. Two women sitting at a table by the window. The sign outside: a Chinese restaurant in Manhattan.

And I realized that Hopper was in love for a universe that he painted tens of times. The tension was emerging now and then, but he was waiting for the drama to come, while he was keeping on in fidelity and patience, day by day.

The same with Ozu. Not all his movies are as famous as his Noriko Trilogy, but that small bar from Banshun is in all his movies: men come to have a couple of drinks, the bartender knows them all, and after watching some of Ozu's movies you start to feel that the bar became very familiar for you, too, that you are there, perhaps at the third drink, and one of the other patrons is teasing you gently.

(Yasujiro Ozu and Setsuko Hara)

(Hopper)

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Sunday, August 10, 2008

American Roads: The Gas Stations

Were the cars made for America, or is it the reverse? When I first came to visit America, my son and my daughter -in-law took me from JFK and we made a four hour trip on the highway up to Boston. I was thinking that were I to live US the same day I would remain with the image of the American road only. Endless highways, here and there a gas station like in a desert.

I remembered that first American day from long time ago as I was walking to Merrifield on Lee Highway and I found suddenly a gas station looking quite weird.



It looks like an abandoned gas station. Actually it is running without personnel (it is part of Quarles Fuel Network). That's why the building presents itself with this air of foreclosure.

This air of out of business impressed me. The Gas Station made famous by Hopper came to my mind: it gave also a feeling of loneliness, of melancholy (despite the human presence; but this is the genius of Hopper)



Well, to make a long story short, I was so excited with this Quarles gas station, that I tried to make a video. I'm afraid it's not a very good one, here's what I got:



(Merrifield)

(Hopper)

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Thursday, July 24, 2008

Hopper at Hirshhorn

Edward Hopper - First Row Orchestra, 1951
oil on canvas


They say Hopper depicts the loneliness in a crowd, the loneliness in a couple. Actually he depicts a universe. He's looking inside it, inside this universe: sometimes he discovers the loneliness there. He renders us this loneliness with discretion. But... he does not force things. He looks slowly inside this universe. Sometimes he finds there loneliness. He is patient, waiting.


Look at this painting... It is good that I posted first the painting of Kuhn, The Tragic Comedians. Hopper and Kuhn tell us the same truth: our life is a tragic comedy and we realize it sometimes.




Close Up


(Hirshhorn Museum)

(Hopper)

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Friday, June 20, 2008

Hopper - People in the Sun, 1960


Almost each work of Hopper is intriguing. There is a tension, you feel that there is some hidden story behind.

Here, in the canvas from the American Art Museum, I can feel an ironic approach. Sure, you see here the main theme of Hopper, the solitude; in this case the solitude in the middle of the crowd. However, it's not only that. Each guy here is concerned strictly to get her or his portion of sun, period. Totally unaware of the others, unhaunted by any hidden story from the past, any old corpse in the closet, any forgotten ghost in the dreams (reason: they are not dreaming), not waiting for any sudden story in the future. No tension here. They simply don't care.




(American Art and Portraiture)

(Hopper)

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Saturday, June 07, 2008

A Painting by Hopper at Phillips Collection



You come from New Jersey, you enter Manhattan: the tunnel behind leads to Penn Station. I love this painting.


Anytime I arrive at New York, I see the place, I think at the painting. Anytime I visit Phillips Collection, I find the painting over the tiled fireplace, I think at the place. Here is a close-up:



Like in many of Hopper's paintings, there is a hidden tension; it's like the place is waiting for something to happen; or rather it's like the place knows something and we don't; or it's like there is something that we cannot observe, but it's there, and we know that. The same could be said about The Nighthawks, or Cape Cod Evening, to give only two examples. What's remarkable here, in Approaching a City, is that the painting has no characters: the place acts as a character, it keeps a story behind. The realism of Hopper keeps always this ambiguity, this story behind.


Here is a photo of the place as it looks now:




(Phillips Collection)

(Hopper)

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Monday, December 03, 2007

New York City Subway



Edward Hopper, Night on the El Train, etching, 1918
(on display at the Hopper Exhibition, Washington National Gallery of Art)

...once upon a time New York Subway was known as the El Train...

(click here for the Romanian version)

My son came to visit me and puzzled a couple of Washingtonians by asking them about the nearest T station. Later that year I went to my son and it was my turn to puzzle a couple of Bostonians: I asked them about the nearest Metro station.

When it comes to naming the underground transit system any given city in America seems to do it in its own way. In Boston it is T. As the train approaches the last station the conductor announces graciously, thank you for riding the T, then he adds, please, don't forget your personal belongings!

In DC the name is Metro. At the last station we are thanked for choosing the Metro and reminded to take all our belongings. Some people listen to this, some don't. So it goes.

In Philadelphia the name is El. As for Chicago, well, the matter seems to be much more complicated: I've just talked to a friend who lives there and he explained me that the El runs in Chicago on the Loop. As simple as that.

John Sloan, Six O'Clock Winter, In New York the subway is called just that: Subway, but in the old times it used to be named the El, too, as it was running on elevated trackage in all Manhattan. John Sloan painted the Six O'Clock Winter in 1912: two parallel worlds, each one with its own dynamics - the people down, the El up. I saw this painting some time ago at an exhibition organized at the Phillips Collection. The two universes living in parallel reminded me of the Fallen Angels of Wong Kar-Wai. There is an image there joining two scenes: the room where the main character is alone, the street in the evening, full of life - each of the two scenes is unaware of the other. A great image: it comes from Chris Doyle, one of the greatest cinematographers of all times.

Another painting, created by John Sloan in 1922, The City from Greenwich Village. So, in 1922 the El was still there, coming from Broadway and crossing the 23rd Street and the Fifth Avenue. The Flatiron Building was on its place since 1902.



London was the first city to have an underground transit system, in 1863. It was followed by Budapest, 1894 (I traveled once on that old line of the Hungarian capital). Then came Paris Metro, in 1900.

As for New York there was an attempt to start a pneumatic subway line in 1869 (the Beach Pneumatic Transit, under Broadway, between Warren and Murray Streets).

It didn't surpass the status of a mere curiosity; some apocryphal stories claim that the abandoned line still exists and mysterious events take place every now and then. Actually it remained only in the New York folklore and in some New York restaurants as a mural image:



The real underground system in New York started operation on October 27, 1904, almost 35 years after the opening of the first elevated line (Wikipedia). The underground line was between City Hall and Grand Central Station.

It was Billy Bitzer who made a short movie in 1905, Interior NY Subway, 14th Street to 42nd Street, for the American Mutoscope and Biograph Company.



The camera platform was on the front of a train following another train on the same track. Lighting was provided by a specially constructed work car on a parallel track. The ride was from the 14th Street (Union Square) up tot the 42nd Street (Grand Central Station) (I followed here the summary as provided by the Library of Congress, where the original is kept).

The stations look today pretty much the same they looked from the very beginning. Only the Grand Central Station is not the same. In 1905 the station was the one built by Cornelius Vanderbuilt in 1869; the station in use today would be inaugurated in 1913. Anyway, New York stations keep their old style (the same as it is on the old subway line in Budapest). Look for instance at this Art Nouveau 14st Street Eagle:


And the legacy is visible even in the way the lines are referred either by numbers or by letters, as it was from the beginning, when several companies were managing separate subway networks.

Coming back to the movie, it seems a banal documentary. It is much more, actually, besides the obvious technical performance. A movie six minutes long, exactly the time the train takes to run from Union Square to the Grand Central. The movie follows a story from start to conclusion, the story and the movie itself are created step by step in front of us (think at De Brug of Joris Ivens, from 1928, or at his Philips-Radio, from 1931; and think at the movies of Vertov).

The train is here the mysterious personage, running from us, trying to escape, disappearing in the darkness, caught again by our sight, disappearing again; there is a silent story, told only by this dialog between darkness and light, evolving to its logical conclusion: the platform on Grand Central, full of greatly dressed passengers. The story is perfectly balanced, one more image would be no more necessary.

The lighting device is not hidden and so we follow in the same time the story of the movie itself: its creation comes in front of our eyes in the dialog between the train from the movie and the platform following with the light on the parallel track. Think again at Chelovek s kino-apparatom of Vertov!

I mentioned earlier the name of Chris Doyle. I think the three greatest cinematographers in movie history could be considered Billy Bitzer (who worked with Griffith), Eduard Tisse (who worked with Eisenstein) and Chris Doyle (who works with Wong Kar-Wai).

(New York, New York)

(Early Movies)

(Hopper)

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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Homer, Hopper, Brown




The Dinner Horn (Blowing the Horn at Seaside), 1870





Hound and Hunter, 1892



Breezing Up (A Fair Wind), 1873-1876


Compare the sailing picture of Homer with the one of Edward Hopper, from Corcoran:




Edward Hopper - Ground Swell, 1939


More than fifty years between Homer and Hopper. They share some similarities, though only up to a point. Hopper came each year in Massachusetts or Maine and produced there some of his masterpieces. Winslow Homer devoted all his mature years to the landscapes of Maine. Both were realists: however the realism of twentieth century is other thing than the one of the ninetieth.

I think at another comparison, between Winslow Homer and his contemporary, John George Brown, who painted sceneries from the neighboring Vermont. I saw only a painting of Brown, at an exhibition at Phillips. The guy was definitely much more idyllic than Winslow Homer. Here are images of some of Brown's works:




Heading Out, 1872




Claiming the Shot after the Hunt in the Adirondacks



The Longshoremen's Noon, 1879




Cornered, 1899




Boat Builder, c.1904


The best known paintings of Brown are perhaps those depicting country boys and girls, with sympathy and a bit of mild humor. Look at his shoeshine boys:



Shoeshine Boy, 1884




Can't Make It Out



(Washington DC National Gallery of Art)

(Winslow Homer)

(Hopper)

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Thursday, November 22, 2007

Hopperesque


Dominick Di Lorenzo - Rhapsody in Blue (at Principle Gallery in Alexandria, Virginia)


Anytime when I look at the Rhapsody in Blue of Di Lorenzo, Hopper's Sunday comes into mind. Most surely the same neighborhood in Soho, perhaps the same street.

And when it happens to me to be for one day or two in New York, very often I pass by Mercer Street and I think at these two paintings - this street has a great Hopperesque touch.










(Principle Gallery)

(Hopper)

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Thursday, March 08, 2007

Corcoran






Corcoran Gallery greets his visitors with a fantastic sport model of Tatra, from 1933. They are just preparing a huge exhibition dedicated to modernism - the period between 1914 - 1939. The Tatra car is the first exhibit. It was complicated to bring the car inside, the doors had to be pulled out, anyway they made it eventually.



Edward Hopper, Maid in Slatback Chair

This exhibition will open on March 17th. Meanwhile there are two other exhibitions there. The first one contains some drawings and lithographs belonging to Olga Hirshhorn Collects: works by Alexander Calder, Willem de Kooning, Jean Dubuffet, among others.
One drawing of Edward Hopper that I hadn't seen before, and a work by Barnett Newman, The Monument, screenprint in Plexiglas: blue surface ending in two much darker blue vertical bars. Milton Avery also had a drawing there, and Roy Lichtenstein.









Here is a very typical Frank Stella (with a pretty quirk title, A through L Colored Maze)
Frank Stella, A through L Colored Maze

















William de Kooning, UntitledOne of the drawings of Willem de Kooning is here on the right. I liked much more the delicacy of the drawings of Alexander Calder.




















Alexander Calder, UntitledJust down is one of them, made in 1944, untitled. I was not able to find on the web another drawing of Calder on display at Corcoran, (Mr. and Mrs. JHH, funny and delicate).












A fine surprise for me was this nude by Mel Ramos, Currasow, a lithograph from his Leda and Swan portfolio. Leta was the name of the woman Ramos took as a model and he had the ingenious idea of putting Leta in dialogue with various birds throughout the portfolio. And so Leta became Leda :) I looked then on the web for other works by Mel Ramos and I found some great stuff.

Mel Ramos, Currasow


The second exhibition brings us to the classical world: European masterpieces from the gallery's collection. Dutch masters (Rembrandt, Gerrit Dou, Frans Mieris, Gerard ter Borch, Jan Steen, Pieter de Hooch, Meindert Hobbema, Ruysdael, Cuyp), French masters (Corot, Courbet, Fantin-Latour, Boudin - with a splendid painting of Le Havre, Delacroix, Degas, Eugène Carrière, Daumier, Pissarro, Jongkind, and two other artists whose works I met with for the first time, Jean Jacques Henner with a beautiful Standing Woman, and Adolphe Joseph Thomas Monticelli - the scenography and the colors of his painting, Testing the Fates (dated 1855) reminded me vividly of El Greco), and British masters (Constable, Turner, Raeburn, Reynolds, Gainsborough, along with the American William Merritt Chase).

Here are some of the exhibits:

Corot, Repose



Corot, Repose











Degas, The Dance Class, 1873

Degas, The Dance Class















Degas, Cabaret

Degas, Cabaret












Daumier, At the Print Stand








Daumier, At the Print Stand














Boudin, Le Havre



Boudin, Le Havre














Sir Henry Raeburn, Mrs. Vere of Stonebyres, c. 1805




Sir Henry Raeburn, Mrs. Vere of Stonebyres

















Turner, Boats Carrying Out Anchors to the Dutch Men of War, 1804


Turner, Boats Carrying Out Anchors to the Dutch Men of War















Pissarro, The Louvre Morning Rainy Weather

Pissarro, The Louvre Morning, Rainy Weather


















(Washington, District of Columbia)

(Hopper)

(Corot)

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Friday, August 25, 2006

The Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Edward Hopper, The Nighthawks, 1943, Chicago Art Institute
(Click here for the Romanian version)

I saw it firstly in an apartment in Manhattan. A framed poster of The Nighthawks. By that time I didn’t know anything about Hopper. The image had some strange power, it was like telling you that there was a story behind, or more. A bar, looking like virtually any given bar in the Greenwich Village. The name, Phillies, was not meant to give a localization, rather to suggest some indefinite place anywhere in that universe fastened around Christopher Street and Sheridan Square.

I discovered him again in Bucharest. The bookstore at the Dalles Foundation, a Hopper album – and on the cover, The Nighthawks. Near the albums of Frida Kahlo, Diego Rivera, Georgia O'Keefe. Only Hopper was looking alone, even among them. The painter of loneliness – lonely people, alone at a table, alone in a room, alone in a crowd. Alone among alone objects.

The Nighthawks, a couple, each one alone, like strangers, then another drinker, and the bartender - all caged behind the huge window – a mystery in each character, almost unbearable.

What could be the story of the couple, strangers living together? And what story carries the other man, alone with his glass? And the bartender? What does he know about these stories? Could even be Hopper, this bartender? Omniscient and discreet? Skeptic and understanding everything? A skeptical humanist of Chekhovian elegance?

And the explanation in the album was flowing, the heroes, life-weary, no illusions, à la James Dean, à la Humphrey Bogart.

The original is in Chicago, at the Art Institute. Copies spread all over the world.

At the Washington National Gallery, another Hopper, Cape Cod Evening. Another couple – he seems lost into his thoughts, while looking absently at their dog. The dog is full of life, looks smart, curious, keen… in dialogue with the wind. She is also looking at the dog, while smiling. There is in her smile irony, and resignation, and understanding, everything. Is that woman actually Hopper? Her smile like his smile, from a self-portrait seen in the album in Bucharest.

Edward Hopper, Cape Cod Evening, 1939, Washington DC National Art Gallery

New York, Whitney Museum, a Hopper room. Why South Carolina Morning (a woman rested on her door) and Seven AM (the window of a pharmacy, with a wall clock) suggest the same loneliness?

Edward Hopper, Soir Bleu, 1914, New Yok, Whitney Museum

Soir Bleu, with a Pierrot in a café. The other characters seem like coming from the universe of Cezanne, only the waitress looks like painted by Guy Pené du Bois. Each one alone – and Pierrot as a synthesis of all the others.

Why is Soir Bleu considered an insuccess? It’s fantastic. Is Pierrot actually Hopper? His last painting would show two comedians on the stage, behind them the curtain, in front of them the attendance – they are not on the canvas, for we are the attendance – the comedians are Hopper and his wife, also an artist. Two comedians, the name of the painting.

Almodovar in his movies is obsessed by the existential condition of the actor. An actor wears always a mask, does he exist as himself any more? Or has he become just a wanderer from one character to another?

Small Town Station, Second Story Sunlight, Railroad Sunset – known from the album seen so many times in Bucharest, now hanging on the walls at Whitney.

And I was dreaming again at The Nighthawks, at those life-weary heroes, à la James Dean, à la Humphrey Bogart… I ordered a copy, it came by mail after a week.

Well, it was The Nighthawks while it was not.

For it was The Boulevard of Broken Dreams - a replica to The Nighthawks. The characters were exactly James Dean and Humphrey Bogart, the woman was Marilyn Monroe. And the bartender was Elvis Presley.

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps...
I walk a lonely road.
The only one that I have ever known.
Don't know where it goes.
But it's home to me and I walk alone.
I walk this empty street.
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
.

So I discovered another painter, Gottfried Helnwein – he painted the replica. One of the few exciting painters of today (according to Norman Mailer). And Bogart, Dean, Marilyn and Elvis are from now on together, smiling at us in the eternity. Loneliness is over.


Gottfried Helnwein, Boulevard of Broken Dreams




(New York, New York)

(Hopper)

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