When were you introduced to your favorite painting?
For me, it was in 1990, first semester, freshman year of college. Yes, that dates me. Of course, I was only five years old when I started college, so it doesn’t date me overmuch .
I was in Art Appreciation, and this course was a wonderful one for me. Yes, it was 8:00 a.m. Yes, it was a little hard to stay awake in a warm and darkened auditorium looking up at the art projected up on the screen. Yes, many of my peers thought it was a waste of time. But I, for one, did not. I have always loved art. I love looking at it, studying it, as well as creating it myself.
I fell instantly in love, as did a lot of college students, with Edward Hopper’s famous painting, Nighthawks.
We had to write a research paper on a piece of art and artist of our choosing for that class, and I asked the professor if I could write a short story based on the painting instead. He was intrigued. He agreed. I made an A-.
Want to read it? Want to read this deliciously (slightly embarrassing) youthful piece of creative writing from when I was barely 18 . . . I mean 5 . . . years old?
Well then, come back tomorrow for it.
And come back the rest of the week for more on the artist and painting, and the so many, various parodies and homages to Nighthawks.