Do you know who this man is?
It's Bruce Willis, in 15 years -- or maybe a little sooner. We'll see.
Ok, how about this fellow?
It's Edward Hopper. Cute, no? And he is the reason there were hordes of people in Gallery 2 at the Whitney while I was there. (The other floors were occupied mostly by me and the megaphone lady.)
In truth, Hopper was not on my radar screen before Arthur came to visit and expressed interest in seeing Hopper's childhood home in Nyack, which is just across the river from our apartment.
Nice house:
Hopper was painting in the realism style when realism was out of favor. Why was it out of favor? Because everyone in American thought painters in the early 20th century should be painting like Picasso. How silly is that?
That whole attitude obviously annoyed Hopper too, so he claimed to have no idea who Picasso was.
I think Hopper was jealous because Picasso was a dead ringer for Bruce Willis.
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