When you see Edward Hopper’s paint box your first thought is tetanus, the rusted razor blades for sharpening pencils, the painting knives, like tiny sandblasted pie-servers, for applying paint impasto, for working oils while wet. You might stare happily at the scraps of sandpaper, at the brittle-bristled brushes still flecked with gray-shot yellows, with greens infused with blue, but who, you think, would willingly take into her hand even the pencil, even the small cotton rag, and risk what they exact?

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两首诗

当你看到 Edward Hopper 的油漆盒时，你的第一个想法是破伤风，生锈的剃须刀片，用于削铅笔，油漆刀，就像微小的喷砂馅饼服务器，用于涂抹油漆，在潮湿的情况下工作油。你可能会高兴地盯着砂纸碎片，看着毛茸茸的刷子，上面仍然布满了灰黄色的斑点，绿色中夹杂着蓝色，但你认为，谁会心甘情愿地把铅笔，甚至小棉布带到她的手中抹布，并冒着他们确切的风险？