A language that is only apparently impersonal and realistic. Edward Hopper (1882-1967) was deeply involved, with lucid compassion, in the desolation of American life, conveying it in images of absolute simplicity.
Few artists, in the entire history of art, have been able to so directly and profoundly capture and communicate an image of their time, acting as both eyewitnesses and interpreters, deeply involved in the vicissitudes of their characters, urban scenes, the lights of the evening, the glare of an indifferent, distant sun. In the evident, tangible realism of his America Hopper (1882-1967) also, and above all, offers an inner, very delicate interpretation, one of compassion and awe. The existential void of passers-by is evoked by compositions of absolute, almost geometric simplicity, echoing with the immobile chant of the metaphysical.