Yesterday, December 7th, marked eight years to the day that my father died. Can’t believe it’s been that long. Hard to grasp the passage of time. He’s been on my mind a lot lately. Those of you who have been following this blog for years have seen me write about him and are aware that he was a trumpet player. So here’s a wonderful Norman Rockwell piece that Dad would have loved. From a 1950 cover of the Saturday Evening Post, this is Boy Practicing Trumpet. Check out the dog!
My father’s name was Edward, but he went by Eddie. I’d like to bring another Edward into this post; once again, the American painter Edward Hopper, who I don’t believe went by “Eddie”. But hey, you never know Anyway, I shared recently with all of you my essay “On Life, Healing, and Edward Hopper”, which appeared on Ethika Politika. Mattias Caro, the managing editor of the site, was very kind to send me an article on Hopper that he thought would interest me. And it certainly did. James Polchin reviewed the Edward Hopper retrospective which is currently on view at the Grand Palais in Paris. His piece in The Smart Set is an outstanding read. I adore Hopper even more now, and I didn’t think that was possible.
Here’s a beauty from Edward Hopper that is especially appropriate because it shows a couple, and my Hopper appreciation has taken on a richer, more intimate, personal dimension these days thanks to my own coupling with the “old flame”
Sunlight on Brownstones, 1956:
So that’s our post for today, my dear friends. Works by two American artists, and honoring two Edwards. See you all soon.