Like one of the telephone poles in the empty landscapes he used to paint, Edward Hopper looms lonely and somewhat isolated in the terrain of American art.
He was a remote, even a guarded man. An exacting curator of his own future collection, for the 84 years of his life he exhibited nothing that he did not choose to exhibit and showed his few visitors nothing he did not wish them to see. Thirty years ago, well before New York's Whitney Museum mounted its first Hopper retrospective, the show's director, Lloyd Goodrich (who is...
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