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a bed? Why does the couple in that small room seem so estranged? That
these questions arise attests to the deep-rootedness of Hopper’s illustra-
tor’s sensibility, and just where we, as spectators, are located remains
unclear—in a building opposite or magically levitating?—but there’s no
denying the allure of these paintings. They turn us into voyeurs, per-
mitted snatches of unexplained narratives momentarily presented to a
stranger’s gaze. They allow us to witness private dramas whose plots
remain indecipherable.
When Hopper is at his best, his work can seem to be very much about
a particular moment and also timeless. Like potent documentary photo-
graphs, his paintings can seem wholly specific, yet their firm structure
notwithstanding, they appear to be essentially “artless,” stylistically neu-
tral, even transparent. It is Hopper’s subject matter, not the formal quali-
ties of his work, that situates it in the modern era: his celebration of such
twentieth-century phenomena as gas stations, movie theaters, and diners,
along with the clothes and hairstyles of his protagonists, and above all the
ambiguous situations in which he places them.
If Hopper’s way of painting can seem conservative in relation to that
of his more daring colleagues, his ability to evoke the psychological reali-
ties of modern life can seem absolutely up to the minute. Here, in fact, is
where his real “artfulness” lies. If we wrench ourselves free of the implied
narratives of Hopper’s strongest paintings, we discover how cannily
he has constructed his images, like a brilliant cinematographer, subtly
expanding spaces, and playing with viewpoints and qualities of light in
order to manipulate moods. He suppresses details, except for the most
telling ones—signage and shadows, particulars of clothing, furnishings,
and architecture—yet he convinces us that he is merely recording things
as they are, as directly as possible. How this is achieved is revealed by
one of the latest works in the retrospective, Sun in an Empty Room (1963,
private collection). It’s a picture of nothing: a projecting angle of wall,
a window, some floor. Everything is reduced to clearly bounded tawny
planes and a scribble of dull green signaling foliage outside. Two narrow
rhomboids of pale gold and a large patch on the floor radiate light, at the
same time that their intricate geometry conspires with the window shape
to create space. The painting verges on abstraction, yet it’s as complex
as anything Hopper ever created. The empty, sunlit room suggests end-
less possibilities, like a stage set waiting for the actors to enter—or one
recently vacated. The carefully calculated neutrality of Hopper’s presen-
tation allows viewers to project whatever they wish into his images and
complete his unresolved narratives for themselves. In other works, iso-
lated figures can be interpreted as emblems of loneliness and alienation,
buildings without figures as abandoned, deep shadows as sinister; here,
an empty room becomes an emotionally charged space.
If the attempts to unravel Hopper’s equivocal narratives that I over-
heard at the current retrospective are reliable indicators, this open-end-
edness deeply engages his audience and contributes significantly to his
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