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 A tentative blog to test the temperature. |
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Ten years ago I was writing several blogs on various subjects - F1 motor racing, Music, Classic Cars, Great Romances and, most crushingly, a personal journal that included my thoughts on America, memories of England and Africa, opinion, humour, writing and anything else that occurred. It all became too much (I was attempting to update the journal every day) and I collapsed, exhausted and thoroughly disillusioned in the end. So this blog is indeed a Toe in the Water, a place to document my thoughts in and on WdC but with a determination not to get sucked into the blog whirlpool ever again. Here's hoping.     |
| Hopper Music seems to be much in the Newsfeed of late - it’s one half of the prompt for Journey through Genres this month and Jeff has started up The Soundtrack of Your Life, sparking a flurry of blog posts from Dave Ryan. And I admit to having done a few myself in the last few weeks. But what about the visual arts? Where are all the posts on the great artists and pictures in our lives? Maths and Music are supposed to go together (and often do), but painting is much like poetry and other forms of writing. Only today I was reminded of the wonderful work of Edward Hopper and spent an enjoyable hour with a video about him on YouTube. So I have no hesitancy of reminding you of who he is by referring to this picture:  It’s called Nighthawks Diner and you must have seen it before. It’s typical of his work in its stark contrasts between light and dark, and its isolated atmosphere. Powerful stuff. Word count: 169 |
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