At the time of his death, at home in his Washington Square studio on May 15, 1967, he and his wife were living amidst an equally bustling bohemia - the world of Dylan and Baez, the counterculture, and protests against the war in Vietnam. He moved into the neighborhood when Woodrow Wilson was President, and he died during the administration of LBJ. But he mostly stayed away from the party life of each era, and he didn't stay all year long in his place on the square. He liked to get into his car and drive, sometimes for months on end.
Hopper's career took off in the late 1920s and early 1930s, when he was a middle-aged man. The Museum of Modern Art, the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and especially the Whitney Museum of American Art (then around the corner on 8th Street) acquired his paintings for their collections. MoMA gave him the first big retrospective in 1933. Throughout the years of the Great Depression and World War II, he worked at a steady pace, and his stature and celebrity increased with each passing year. Many people associate Hopper's images with the 1930s and 1940s, especially the solitary ordinary men and women in lonely diners, offices and remote country houses.
"The loneliness thing is overdone."- Edward Hopper
|From Walking Off the Big Apple|
As someone who walks Edward Hopper's neighborhood, often on an early Sunday morning and who likewise enjoys the light and shadows and the colors of buildings, I'm intrigued by what he saw and painted. I want to know more of his vision of the world - the lonely and solitary, the relationship between fact and fiction, and the renderings of artificial and natural light. I want to know more about where he walked.
I'm beginning to feel some of his steps along the sidewalk now as I learn more of his attraction to certain types of places and streets. And so a new walk begins.
Images: above, 3 Washington Square North. Below, along Greenwich Avenue near 7th Avenue. by Walking Off the Big Apple.
See the follow-up post on Nighthawks.