Originally published: 12th October 2022
Edward Hopper's "Automat" (Oil on canvas 1927)
an automat whose orbs of light reflect and touch the void of night a refuge from the twenties’ roar trapped in her thoughts without a door a table, cup and gloveless hand alone together in her land a bowl of fruit that sits behind: the 'still life' and her state of mind.
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