I know your first question is, “Who is he?”
Edward Hopper is an American painter famous for his oil paintings; he was equally proficient as a watercolorist and printmaker in etching. Realistic depictions of everyday urban scenes that appear in most of his paintings still shock many during recognition of the strangeness of familiar surroundings.
And coming to the title, I asked if you are also living in Hopper’s MORNING SUN because I’m already living in it.
Before explaining why I’m living in it, let me tell you about the painting.
No one captured human isolation within the modern city like Edward Hopper, where one can easily find solidarity in enforced solitude. One such masterpiece is “MORNING SUN.”
You can find a woman wearing a simple pink shift dress sitting on a bed and gazing out a window with her knees pulled up to her chest, with her hair tucked back into a bun. Her bare arms rest lightly on her bare legs. The sun rays falling through the Window, shines her brighter with a glimmer of hope. Her visible right eye appears, emphasizing her isolation though she seems to be locked up in the small room. Hopper painted the room with primary colors that show drearily dull and lifeless. But the glimpse of street situated below enhances the stillness and solace felt within the four walls of the room.
I said I’m living in this because, in regular times, I used to sit alone in cafes, near the windows except that I’ve got a phone to make me feel social. But during this pandemic, we are coldly distanced from each other. And even now, I sit at the lonely windows, but this time I started overlooking a sinisterly empty town, like the woman. Sometimes, I feel like a prisoner within the room where my gaze directed towards the inner self. Where it says, “You know, Hope is a funny thing, my girl! Because you see, it is the one that makes you and breaks you too. It makes you to expect, to believe, and drives you in life. And sometimes it breaks you so hard that you couldn’t express. You know there is tremendous increase in number of COVID cases and you are not sure if they are going to find a solution before we lose everything, yet you never stopped hoping.You have lost connections with your dear ones, but sometimes you feel that the warmth from the rising sun is needed rather than the warmth from tears rolling down your cheeks.”
Hopper expressed Solitude, and I found it by living in it, where my inner self thought me, “never to lose HOPE -After all Hope is what keeps you alive.”