crowded isolation

middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel «« Edward Hopper is trending on twitter now, and a series taps through tweets captures what other great artists express, which is similar sentiment that strikes me painting after painting created years apart. Seems odd to me that Chicago Art Institute bought Nighthawks directly from the artist, and this is striking, because the Met in NYC almost never is the first to own its masterpieces. In 2000 I moved to work in Philadelphia, and I lived in New Jersey near the Walt Whitman bridge. It was in the final phase of my first marriage, so I slept in a variety of places including company housing and friend’s couches. This period was an emotional renaissance for me. The city was both lonely and inspiring, and Hopper’s art reminds me of my few years in Philadelphia when a significant part of my time was spent surrounded by art ranging from Western masterpieces to university student collections. Cities are crowded; cities are lonely — ironically. Last night in NYC I had several ironic Hopper-like moments. My delivery count was typical of a busy night yet it felt slow. My brief periods of time between deliveries seems short when the city is busy, but seemed long as NYC sat nearly still. The stillness of the city made fifteen minutes feel like fifty. Hopper’s paintings feature people in cities seemingly isolated. I tried to arrange outside custody change of my deliveries last night, but I was denied. A Grubhub rep said it was not possible, but Grubhub notices says outside change of custody is available by customer request. ¿Customers? yes ¿Delivery pros? no. By my count I completed hours of deliveries with zero face-touch errors, and only a few door-handle-touch errors. Today is time for Hana’s eye doc appointment, and I’ll begin a series of four NYC delivery days mañana. »» about me 302-990-2346 contact