Nighthawks by Edward Hopper
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“My mother is a poem I’ll never be able to write, though everything I write is a poem to my mother.” ~ Sharon Doubiago
“My mother is a poem I’ll never be able to write, though everything I write is a poem to my mother.” ~ Sharon Doubiago
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One of my favorite paintings!
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For me, there’s something to it that’s real life, but more so.
And I can identify with all those people with no place to go in the wee hours.
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Hey . . . Guap . . . I was going to say that. I’ll just add that you have impeccable taste. 😉
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And Christy, you, too. Impeccable.
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YEARS ago….don’t really remember when but I was maybe early teens, I saw a poster of this in a store and immediately bought it. I had made myself a little “den” in my closet and I taped it to the wall and I would lie in there and stare at it…it seriously moves me in a way i still don’t fully understand. I have art in my home today that resonates with this piece.
Maybe it’s time to dig deeper.
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