Word: blobs
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Hofmann likes bare canvas. To him it is "a perfect expression of 100% volume." But he rips into the plain white with a bull-like energy. One slashing stroke or bright blob deserves another. Each changes the nature of the canvas, and therefore the strategy of attack. Hofmann describes the process as creating "push and pull on the picture surf ace." He insists it is no child's play; it requires "empathy in a psychoplastic and rhythmic sense...
...foursomes, or sixsomes. Very few dates are just a boy & girl together. They have to be with a crowd. These kids in my group think of themselves as individuals, but actually it is as if you took a tube of toothpaste and squeezed out a number of little distinct blobs on a piece of paper. Each blob would be distinct-separated in space-but each blob would be the same...
...Almost before the audience knows what has happened, Robinson's left eye is a great blob of blood. So much of the blood is over Turpin that from the distance it looks as though he may be the one who is cut. Robinson seems to come to life, moves in savagely. He hurts Turpin badly and then knocks him flat on his back with a right to the jaw. The conclusion drawn from the first nine rounds--that Robinson could not hurt the champion--is proved wrong in an astonishing second. Every spectator is up on his feet, screaming. Turpin...
...Almost before the audience knows what has happened, Robinson's left eye is a great blob of blood. So much of the blood is over Turpin that from the distance it looks as though he may be the one who is cut. Robinson seems to come to life, moves in savagely. He hurts Turpin badly and then knocks him flat on his back with a right to the jaw. The conclusion drawn from the first nine rounds--that Robinson could not hurt the champion--is proved wrong in an astonishing second. Every spectator is up on his feet, screaming. Turpin...
...heard of it," said Zorn, and shuddered as he thought of the Todal-"a blob of glup [that] makes a sound like rabbits screaming, and smells of old, unopened rooms." Still worse, the Duke explained, "it's made of lip [and] it gleeps...