The replication of the world as I see it has never been the driving force behind my pictures. I don’t consider myself a realist, nor do I think of myself as a painter; rather as a visual story teller for whom a narrative element is central to the expression of deeply held feelings. (Artist’s Statement, 2012)
The Spirit of Edward Hopper
Acrylic on Wood, 2010
This old house near the hospital in Boone will soon be gone. It is uninhabited and rapidly deteriorating. I first saw it in 1969 and thought at the time that Edward Hopper would have probably painted it had he seen it.
The spirit of Edward Hopper has visited the empty house for the past three days. He comes with the approaching evening and stands in the shadows, there to comfort the once grand place during its final hours.
— From The Private Diary of Noyes Capehart
Photo of Interior
Appalachian Elegy
Acrylic on Wood, 2010
Silent now the footsteps that came with morning light; my mother sleeps among the stars of time’s eternal night.
— From The Private Diary of Noyes Capehart
Photo of Exterior
The Birthday
Acrylic on Wood
Some simply called it the dark house, the place where the Dedmon twins lived until they were institutionalized in 1955. It is said that a surviving sister comes each year on their birthday and leaves a present, but I’ve never seen her.
— From The Private Diary of Noyes Capehart