Tonight, I went to see the special Edward Hopper exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts. Best known for his New York City paintings, like the iconic Nighthawks, Hopper excelled at capturing lonely moments of individuals in the big city, peering through windows into the private lives of others. Hopper also extensively painted the Massachusetts coastline, focusing on the old homes of Gloucester and the Truro landscape. (Here's the Globe story on the controversy brewing in Truro because somebody wants to build a tacky mansion on land adjacent near Hopper's former residence. Seems like a classic case of Old Money vs. New Money, and it's hard for me to sympathize with either faction of the filthy rich. They're much more interesting when they're getting murdered.)
Despite my general lack of appreciation for all things classy and cultural, it was a tremendous pleasure to see such a large collections of works by one of America's greatest painters. The only gripe I have is that the exhibit was uncomfortably crowded, but that's my own fault. The show opened in May, but I, along with what seems like the majority of my fellow Bostonians, waited for the very last week to go.