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.
