Edward Hopper

went to school copying weekly magazine covers created by the great illustrators of the time: Edwin Austin Abbey, Charles Dana Gibson, Gilbert Gaul, as well as the sketches of Old Masters: Rembrandt and Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres.

He always came back to the sea and shore throughout his life, back to the big sky continuously redrawing itself in white on blue from opal pale to dangerous cerulean

While the elder Hopper struggled with his business books and accounts, Edward was at home in his library with shelves groaning under English, French, and Russian classic literature. From Turgenev to Victor Hugo and Tolstoy, Edward

more intimate and sympathetic study of its moods

Hopper needed no signature and its value never dropped.

His work is his autobiogra

He was a recluse, a captive of his overachieving upbringing, a prisoner of humiliating memories of early rejection, the tenant of his failing body, and the sole occupant of a darkly silent philosophy that resonated with virtually anyone who confronted his work.

The man’s the work. Something doesn’t come out of nothing.
— Edward Hopper