empty canvas.

We stare at Edward Hopper paintings today more than ever before. Lonely, introspective, realistic living souls trying to uncover the complexity that is the human being. But why? We're now closed behind doors, due to an invisible enemy that, unfortunately, isn't the only one that can lodge (and kill) us. We have, unconsciously, so many that can make us loose our freedom and be stuck like characters in a painting. The reality that irradiates from Edward's pieces are so contemporary that makes us think if is there anything left for us, or if our integrity is vanishing like oil on an empty canvas. We stare at Edward Hopper paintings feeling the same as its characters. The difference is that they are confined on those frames forever. We aren't.