The following two paintings of interiors by Edward Hopper served as inspiration:
While I appreciate Hopper’s genius, I don’t feel like buying into how his paintings make me feel – a persisting, nagging sense of solitude/loneliness.
So far, my images, shown here on A&P, activate different emotions in my limbic system. Some of my pictures, similar to Hopper’s art, do remind me of solitude. But others remind me of strength, whimsy, or even appeal to my intellect. I don’t feel like getting into groove.
I am curious how other artists deal with the emotional impact of their pictures. Continuing in their artform – painting, photography, textile art – do they get easily trapped into a particular emotional state ?