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I really like this unusual landscape. I have always been a sucker for a winding road and a patchwork of fields. I think this has something to do with my mother denying me Lucky Charms cereal as a child. Hockney uses unexpected colours and simple lines to take the viewer down the road. It makes me happy and wanting to be there.
This is a very frank and disturbing self portrait. The setting looks more like a funeral parlor than a restaurant. His plate is bare and his glass is definitely half EMPTY. This is clearly a cry for help, and I haven’t helped. I have had his name wrong all week (damn spellcheck). It’s Edvard not Edward. Sorry buddy – now stop pouting
I really like this little slice of life piece. The green tone oozes sickness and death. Sadness and despair lovingly represented by people’s postures and expressions.
Munch really can create a dire mood on canvas. Too bad he didn’t use his great powers for good instead of evil.
Before “The Scream” there was “Despair”. The bridge, the two people, and the orange sky are all featured in “The Scream”. I can really feel this guy’s despair. He is on the right bridge, the lighting is perfect, and all he does is look sad. If only he had thought to scream! It would have put him into one of the most recognizable paintings of all time. I would be sad too.
Well the good news is – yesterday’s gal has gotten herself out of bed. But, what has she gotten herself into? It looks to me like these two have done a serious wrong. Munch really brings it when it comes to conveying negative emotions. I think “Dread” would have been a better title, but who wants to hang that in their living room?
Edward Munch, best know for his painting “The Scream”, did some really great angst ridden expressionistic work. He had a lot to work with. Childhood tragedy, mental illness, and alcoholism, Munch had it all and he used it to his advantage in many great paintings. This is actually one of his happier pieces! Cheer up Edward.
The woman awakes in yet another strange hotel room. This time however, she has really screwed up. She ‘s not in an Edward Hopper painting anymore. Instead, she finds herself in a lowly GNAY. Even though she can’t find a glass, she reaches for the remnants of last night’s wine.
The woman waits alone in an otherwise deserted automat. She has sat like this for over an hour. Despite the hum and heat of the radiator, she keeps her hat and coat on. She is stunned by his failure to show and says as much to her cup of coffee. She decides it is time for something stronger.
A woman awakes in a random hotel room after a night of dancing (she loves dancing) and other frivolities. She stares blankly out the window pondering her/their future. She is surprised he is gone, but he has left her a note to meet tonight at the Automat. The sun caresses her face and she fakes a smile.
A workaholic husband has just phoned his wife and told her he will be working late again, and not to wait up. He stares intently at last month’s phone bill as if it mattered. A summer breeze through the open window has strategically scattered a few un-important papers. Clearly, for this couple, the filing can’t wait.