I’m completely obsessed with Edward Hopper, and here’s a great article on the new exhibit of his art at the Whitney in New York.
I can’t explain it but Hopper’s paintings look to me as if the painter could stare straight into my brain. My whole life I’ve had dreams of being in an unknown, empty city that looks exactly like Hopper’s paintings. It’s as if by some strange mistake I regularly plugged into the same cosmic channel from which Hopper drew his images.

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