5 American Painters Who Made Me Fall in Love With America

Summer Evening, 1947 by Edward Hopper

“To be an artist is to believe in life” —Henry Moore

I did not grow up surrounded by art. My art, the touch of the sublime, came from the smell of yellow flowers that bloomed in May and whose scent flew throughout the village; the rain that feel and hit the windows of my parent's house’ from where I could watch the sunrise and the fog in the morning; the cockerel…