By: Edward Hopper
The solitary office worker in this scene is isolated both physically and emotionally. There is no indication of his particular profession, as he sits in his shirtsleeves; he appears, in fact, to be daydreaming rather than working. The postwar culture of American business is evident in the mass-produced office furniture, the impersonal atmosphere of the office itself, and the man's detachment from his unseen coworkers. Despite the light and air afforded by his corner office, he appears trapped in place. He is framed by the office window, and his head is profiled against another window and the wall of the building beyond, in a manner that suggests his containment within his environment. The solitude of the man, and the contrast between the stark, utilitarian upper story of the building and its decorative false front, visible at the lower right, suggest Hopper's own ambivalence toward modern urban life.
By: Vik Muniz
At first glance, Isis appears to be a rough copy of Woman Ironing, one that outlines the figure and densely fills the field surrounding her. A close examination discloses, however, that the formal elements are not lines or daubs of color but objects, specifically worn pots, shoes, bottles, and cans. Scaled to the size of Picasso's painting, Isis is the photographic record of an assemblage of materials culled from the Jardim Gramacho, the largest landfill in South America, laid out on the floor of a large warehouse and then photographed from above.
By: Jack Bradley
This emotional picture shows a rather astonished little boy: he isn't sure what's happening, or how it's happening. From a world of silence, he has suddenly been transported to a world of rich, vibrant sound. It is new, it is strange, and it's also a little scary. His little eyes grow wide with wonder, and he is itching to respond to this new world that has been presented to him. Harold Whittles, the little boy, has just been fitted with a hearing aid. Deaf until then, Harold was introduced to sound with the arrival of technology at his doorstep. Just as his doctor fitted the hearing aid, the first wave of sound awoke a dormant sense in the little boy.