sunday morning

at the whitney museum... me and 1000 other folks looking forward to the Hopper drawing exhibit. Actually, it wasn't that crowded and well worth the short wait. Hopper never disappoints. I don't find his work to be nostalgic or sentimental but journalistic in a sensual, hand hewn sort of way. And he's opened my eyes to the fact that there is color in shadows. I can re-imagine black. Thank you, Edward.