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THE GAS STATION by Edward Hopper by Michael Kern • Cleaver Magazine
THE GAS STATION by Edward Hopper by Michael Kern The difference is light – the natural settling of shade upon the road and the artificial illumination of the store, lines cast in degrees of transparency. The attendant, caught in the middle, counts the number of cars that pass. Occasionally he prays for headlights, but he mainly passes time outside waiting for Apollo to come and turn his Mobil Gas lights into mosquito traps. The symbol of Pegasus is backlit and blazing, a steady beam that is reduced to nothing more than a glint in the eye of a passing driver too focused on earth-bound deer to worry about the speck of light that is now getting further and further in the rearview mirror.