January 2007, The Month my Edward Hopper fasination began.

It was a saturday afternoon at work.I was on a much loved and needed lunch break.Time always seems to move at a distubing rate whilst pondering life and the lunch menu, in the form of the glorious and full of Omega 3 tuna and sweetcorn jacket potato or play it safe cheese .So as i plod along the lunch cue,gradually feeling that Pearsons Department store has got the better of me,and as always feared morfed me into one of their robotic customer assistant creatures.My eye captures this image,or should i say the image captured my eye.Saving me from this grey,colouless nightmere of work and jacket potatos.

What captivated me formost,is how very accurate the mood and expression mirrors the Pearsons employee whom walks through these lonely corridors each day.I saw myself in her isolated solitude,with her hazy focus engrossed on a cup of coffee,though her mind is dreaming of another place,or another worry.

The lonelyness is echoed through the isolation surrounding her,especially the dark,threatening chair,which looms ahead of her.The lights behind seemingly represent a way out,or a gateway to something more,though she has her back to the window,possibly to her way out of this sad isolated state which is ever so suffocating.I what her to peer round,and light the way to what lies beyond this bleak and utter darkness.You fear that she isn't ready as yet to lieve behind what has consumed her thoughts,her nightmeres,though i feel that one day the lady in green will peer round, showing us and herself what is beyond them lights.