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10 mars 2009

Edward Hopper

hopper_selfportraitEdward Hopper was born on the 22nd jully, in 1882, at Nyack, New-York. His nationality is American. He was a painter. His artistic moove was the american sceanes. He painted in particular "Automat" (1927), "Chop Suey" (1929), "Nighthawks" (1942), "Office in a small city" (1953). His painting pictures influenced cinema. The Hopper's painting pictures have something which produce a feeling of an expection and suspens; and the film-makers are inspired his painting pictures. Finally, Edward Hopper died in his studio near Washington square in New-York City in 1967.

       

       

hopper1          She didn't like this place. For a week, she
was rethinking to this story, her story in this house. She sees again her childhood: A lot of bad days, in was a 2-years-old child when her father died in a car accident and her mother abandoned her. No news, during all her childhood, she had been bring up by her grand-parents. When she was becoming an adult, she wanted to see something else, and she left her villa.
          She went to live somewhere else, she went away. She tried to know this vast world. But particularly, she wanted to
understand the people in this world. She came back from America, she wondered who she was able to tell about her experiences from her travels.
          She went to recover the house that she was leaving hopping to see her grand-parents again.
During this stage of her life, she had understood that hapiness is only real when shared... Then,there is her house in front of her eyes, no life at first sight, but the key is in her right hand. She was lonely, scared... She visited with nostalgia her villa, and her look passed through the window, she saw a figure, perhaps it was her mother, happy... She met her mother, now she was sure of this.
          Finally, she remarked which she didn't leave so far, and kept hope.
This picture stay still in memory, this little girl and now this woman, leant through this window. The smile on her lips. She was in such a hurry to hug her...


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