Thanks for the memory, Hopper

September 9, 2011

Edward Hopper, ‘Summer Evening’, 1947.

I stumbled across this painting yesterday and this is what I remembered: some long-shelved memory of a thick Summer’s night when I was a child, the bush dark and multiplying by the road, the yellow light of a take-away van, the stickiness of salt and fish in paper, the waves on the air from the sea. I remember the little white weatherboard houses raised on bricks, fringing the road and the trees; and the flushed people in shorts and straps, their hair flat with heat, standing around and not really saying anything. Oh gosh, and I remember being sandy and tired and burned, and so content.

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