Tuesday, August 5, 2008
One of my great failings in life, to date, is that I have never gone to the Art Institute of Chicago to see my favorite painting, Nighthawks by Edward Hopper. Sure every other dorm room in the Eighties might have had a print hanging, but to see it in person, full scale, is something I should have done while I was going to law school not two hours away in South Bend, IN. I have a print in my office, but it's faded from years of sun exposure when it was in my apartment before I got married. I also have it on my favorite coffee mug. I imagine these are not the same as seeing them in situ.
The only "favorite painting", I've seen in person is Pablo Picasso's Guernica, which hangs in it's own room in Madrid's Prado museum. It is huge and imposing and powerful and well worth the price of admission.
Certainly not the same as having it on a mousepad.