There is a stillness, mystery, and a mood of melancholy in Edward Hopper's most characteristic work of paintings posing a question without obliging an answer. His pictures evoke a very strong sense of place, a visual urban poetry that is firmly anchored in the physical world yet hint at a timelessness and otherness.
I suspect that I chose to reimagine this subject because of my memory of living in a European city when I was in my twenties and the strange sense of ennui I often felt gazing out the window overlooking a street of uniform apartments.
Edward Hopper | Room in Brooklyn, 1932