Hopper, The Intra Muros Horizon: A Reading of Edward Hopper, Nighthawks, 1942, Art Institute of Chicago.
BARTELET Franz.

Hopper, The Intra Muros Horizon: A Reading of Edward Hopper, Nighthawks, 1942, Art Institute of Chicago.

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N° d'inventaire 16592
Format 13 x 21
Détails 64 p., paperback with flaps.
Publication Ennetieres-en-Weppes, 2012
Etat Nine
ISBN 9782918698395

"Edward Hopper (1882-1967) Nighthawks, 1942": a postcard, its caption, and the beginning, many years ago, of an intimate and inexhaustible correspondence between the writer Franz Bartelt and this panoramic canvas by the painter of great solitudes. By observing his figures who, in the night, attract the light but create emptiness and silence around them, Bartelt unravels the "impression of déjà vu" that the painting inspires in him, to which respond pieces of "spontaneous poetry", poetic reveries accumulated over time. Through Hopper's painting, Bartelt speaks to us sincerely of our strangeness with each other, with ourselves, of the inevitability of the night: "All things considered, it is perhaps not so much solitude as solitudes, to each his own, more and more unshareable as time passes, as the night swells and takes the place of life in the neighborhoods."

"Edward Hopper (1882-1967) Nighthawks, 1942": a postcard, its caption, and the beginning, many years ago, of an intimate and inexhaustible correspondence between the writer Franz Bartelt and this panoramic canvas by the painter of great solitudes. By observing his figures who, in the night, attract the light but create emptiness and silence around them, Bartelt unravels the "impression of déjà vu" that the painting inspires in him, to which respond pieces of "spontaneous poetry", poetic reveries accumulated over time. Through Hopper's painting, Bartelt speaks to us sincerely of our strangeness with each other, with ourselves, of the inevitability of the night: "All things considered, it is perhaps not so much solitude as solitudes, to each his own, more and more unshareable as time passes, as the night swells and takes the place of life in the neighborhoods."