I like staring at the art on my walls. I’m not sure if it’s a sense of pride or a sense of person that keeps me standing still. If I don’t know the artist, I certainly know the image. In most cases I know both, for they are all portrayals, stills if you will, of my island life. Stories in frames. My home in intimate detail. My history in watercolor, oil and pencil. My memory lane matted and framed. Neimic, Stone (Jr. & Sr.), Barnes, Larson, Johnson, Bush, Tihansky, Caroll, Brooks, Wyeth, Drexler to name some. A little bit of everyone. The cliffs, the ocean, the harbor, the woods, in town, out of the way. Most of me is represented in art.
We have a whole room dedicated to art, shrine-like and stark. Off white walls, red trim. It’s not a room of comfort and coziness. You can’t sit down and enjoy the images and I like it that way. It’s my private sanctuary. I walk around the room and gingerly touch the frames, evoking home like a seance. I think about other art I want to own. Original Brooks, Wyeth, Neimic. Call me crazy, but I’d like the cemetery under a cerulean blue sky. In real life I have sanctuary among the headstones so why not in wet paint?
~*LunaSea*~ 
wondering who can make a painting up close look so abstract…….and then have it transform into wonderful values at a distint viewing? artist? is it hopper?
This is indeed Hopper. The art is titled, “Black Head.”