Word: breath
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...tiles ajar where kids had scampered to hide in the crawl space. Shoes left behind by kids who literally ran out of them. Dead bodies in the library, where students cowered beneath tables. One boy died clenching his eyeglasses, and another gripped a pencil as he drew his last breath. Was he writing a goodbye note? Or was he so scared that he forgot he held it? "It was like you walked in and time stopped," says Battan. "These are kids. You can't help but think about what their last few minutes were like...
...Blood. Breath. Violence, trauma, struggle, survival. These are the heady subjects of Susan Rothenberg's latest body of paintings, on display now at the MFA in Boston. The exhibit, which contains several paintings fresh from the artist's studio, befits an artist who once declared that Monet's paintings were essentially decorative because they packed no psychological punch. Rothenberg's own work, while often stunningly beautiful, is never merely decorative: the sum impact of the punch delivered by her last decade of work is enough to send you reeling...
...acting to break your heart--such as his expression that seems to encapsulate all the injustice in this world when it is announced in the courtroom that he has been sentenced to three consecutive life sentences. He explodes with the rawest of emotions that makes you catch your breath, such as when he bangs his phone against the cell window telling his lawyer that he cannot stay in prison anymore. There is just nothing that this man does that does not speak straight to the heart...
...their records run th aural gamut from fuzzy lounge-lizard pop to gritty reverb rock (and most often are a synth-washed mix of both). Through it all, though, they manage to give you the cold shoulder. Morgane Lhote's Moog must have a special dial for "disaffected": a breath of chilling ennui blows through all their music, a vague sense of world-weary aloofness that has its heart somewhere in songwriter Sadier's low-mixed lyrics...
...Marta would sit them down and explain it all--instilling wonder at the enchanted realm they had wandered into. For she knew where the maps were too, and how to read them. No one could imagine her retired, which she insisted she was just months ago. She lived and breathed Time Inc. and gave it life and breath. Her sudden passing deprives us not only of a dear friend but also of living memory...