Have you ever walked by a shop window and you just needed to have the item on display? You saw this treasure showcased and you can't get it out of your mind.
You don't have a justifiable reason to buy it. It is neither your birthday nor is there a real need for having this item, other than this unexplained pleasure of owning something captivatingly beautiful.
You return passing it by, day after day on your way to work, and you know that you will have to buy it sooner or later.
Edward Hopper, an inspiration...
This happened to Theo many years ago, passing a framing shop in London's Swiss Cottage, on his way to work. The item in question was a fine art print of Edward Hopper's Nighthawks. It was the beginning of a collection and other art prints soon followed, Hopper's High Noon and New York Movie.
Many years later in 2004, a Hopper retrospective at the Tate Gallery in London sparked Theo's imagination. The chance of seeing Edward Hopper's artwork close up, inspired him to take up painting full time.
Homage to Edward Hopper, The Ticket Office oil on canvas 60 x 80cm
The above oil painting, created in 2018 by Theo is a tribute to Edward Hopper. A connoisseur will notice the reference to Hopper's Nighthawks in the background.
Anyone familiar with Windsor however, a town to the west of London, may have recognised the authentic setting of Homage to Edward Hopper, The Ticket Office, namely the Royal Victorian Railway Booking Office in Windsor, still operational today in its Victorian glory.
The painting Homage to Edward Hopper, The Ticket Office
At first glance you notice a woman, her eyes closed as the early morning sun hits her left cheek. She tightly clasps a red leather bag, wearing a white and patterned dress, perhaps a little overdressed for the early hours of the morning. A single green suitcase sits at her feet.
She looks like a heavy burden rests on her shoulders. Perhaps her evening date didn't go as well as she had hoped, or more likely, she has been working the late hours in one of the local hotels where the long shifts take their toll. We can never know for certain. She is lost in thought and probably unaware of the road sweeper's whistling, a proud old man who has swept the station for over 50 years.
Artist At Her Easel, oil on canvas 60 x 90cm, painted in 2015
A sweeping Mediterranean house stretches across the canvas. Sunlight reveals the form of four majestic columns, leading the eye to the red tiled roof. The warm roof casts oblique shadows onto the white walls, which are soaking up the mid day sun.
One assumes the owners are wealthy, but nothing is revealed about them. We are unable to look inside, as both the front door and the shutters are tightly closed. The ornate gate was carelessly left open, by the postman in the early hours of the morning.
We see a female artist dressed in white. Intentionally or unintentionally we are cast as voyeurs. We try not to look but the light catching and accenting her female form draws us in. The artist wears a wide brimmed green hat, shielding her face from the sun and us. She is used to painting outdoors as she is heavily tanned. One can assume the house is not her own, and surmise she is painting it as a commission for the owners.
Painting like Edward Hopper?
Theo never intended to paint like Edward Hopper, it is something that simply happened and has become part of his catalogue. Perhaps it is a subconscious expression of that early encounter so many years ago, that irresistible fine art print, hanging in a shop window in a London street.
Read more about The Artist At Her Easel in this short story