"There will be, I think, an attempt to grasp again the surprise and accidents of nature and a more intimate and sympathetic study of its moods, together with a renewed wonder and humility on the part of such as are still capable of these basic reactions"
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Hopper is predicting a comeback for attention itself: the kind that can still be startled by weather, shadow, and the way ordinary light turns a street corner into a stage set. Coming from an artist often misread as the painter of loneliness, the line is sneakily combative. It’s a quiet swipe at the era’s confidence in systems, movements, and big ideas - the art-world urge to master reality through style, theory, or technique. He’s arguing for the opposite: not control, but receptivity.
The key phrase is “surprise and accidents of nature.” Hopper isn’t romanticizing the wilderness; he’s defending contingency, the unplanned. In painting terms, that’s the refusal to let composition become a closed machine. In cultural terms, it’s a critique of modern life’s insulation: electric light replacing daylight, schedules replacing seasons, media replacing firsthand looking. His “moods” are not the artist’s moods projected outward, but nature’s shifting states - an external rhythm we’ve gotten bad at hearing.
Then he turns the knife with “such as are still capable.” Humility becomes a gatekeeping instinct, and intentionally so. Hopper frames wonder as a “basic reaction,” implying it should be automatic, almost bodily - yet modernity has trained it out of us. The subtext is mournful but also prescriptive: the artist’s job is to reacquaint viewers with the world’s quiet volatility, to make the everyday strange again, and to remind a self-assured culture that it is still, at best, a guest of light and weather.
The key phrase is “surprise and accidents of nature.” Hopper isn’t romanticizing the wilderness; he’s defending contingency, the unplanned. In painting terms, that’s the refusal to let composition become a closed machine. In cultural terms, it’s a critique of modern life’s insulation: electric light replacing daylight, schedules replacing seasons, media replacing firsthand looking. His “moods” are not the artist’s moods projected outward, but nature’s shifting states - an external rhythm we’ve gotten bad at hearing.
Then he turns the knife with “such as are still capable.” Humility becomes a gatekeeping instinct, and intentionally so. Hopper frames wonder as a “basic reaction,” implying it should be automatic, almost bodily - yet modernity has trained it out of us. The subtext is mournful but also prescriptive: the artist’s job is to reacquaint viewers with the world’s quiet volatility, to make the everyday strange again, and to remind a self-assured culture that it is still, at best, a guest of light and weather.
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