Immure

Shutters and Compressor

Unlike the light breezy feel of Hopper's windows, this photo is its antithesis. Hopper's fluttering curtain promising promiscuity, sensuality and sexuality is now limp and still. There is no excitement, no movement. Even the compressor blades are stationary. Everything is still and quiet; Dead quiet. Even the upright in this photo is unlike the phallic columns in Summertime. Now it is limp, snaking and not always erect. Instead, it relies on a rusting pipe for support. One immediately thinks of Dali and his 'crutch' motif but then that was to support distorted proportions, not a lack of capacity. The only resemblance of a Hopper in this photo is the darkness of the rooms beyond the windows. Perhaps darkness is the only constant. Everything is still and quiet; Dead quiet. And the stillness makes me listen to the silence of my soul.

Über allen Gipfeln
Ist Ruh,
In allen Wipfeln
Spürest du
Kaum einen Hauch;
Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde.
Warte nur, balde
Ruhest du auch.
~ Goethe