Word: caressable
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...work that has emerged from his small monastic enclave is the opposite of modern metal or glossy wood furniture. Nakashima involves himself totally, from the selection and first rough cutting of the logs to the final caress of the sandpaper. "There are a thousand intricacies and a thousand decisions," he says. "An old tree is unpredictable. It is a stirring moment when out of an inert mass drawn from nature, we set out to produce an object never before seen, an object that is useful, but with a lyric quality...
...fatter collection plate. She is a sensible Kansas widow, retrieved from a brush with death, who restores health "in the name of love." Love is all she wants to give to the two men in her life: her stern pa (Roberts Blossom), who responds to her proffered caress both as a seduction and a slap, and a young rake (Sam Shepard), who is at first liberated by her power and then consumed...
...Vita's feelings were reciprocated is ambiguous: the caress and diverted kiss that occur onstage imply rather more than they reveal. Love is an unbalanced equation. The evidence of the play echoes the reflection offered by Woolf's nephew Quentin Bell in his biography of his aunt: "If the test of passion be blindness, then [Virginia's] affections were not very deeply engaged." Virginia sharpens that point in the play: "Life and a lover she thought. It does not scan." For Woolf, her work was her life. While she would drown herself as pitiably as Ophelia...
Dalton has a husky, late-night and last-drink voice that can curl under and caress a ballad, or slide, like a gravity knife, to a quick sharp point that draws blood from a backbeat. She writes, or co-writes, most of her material, making sure to stash away in the lyrics plenty of shingles and cobwebs, like the recollection of "ol' Dottie" in her Beer Drinkin' Song...
...Aroldingen and Lüders are at the ballet's center. They reach out and try to sustain each other. They walk slowly to gether, they caress, at one point they push at each other as if the energy might connect them. But he withdraws, becomes frantic or engulfed in icy loneliness (all too heavily underscored by a set that looks like an ice floe along which curtains have somehow been hung). In the end he walks slowly into a void. She is left, head bowed, her hand cupping her chin. Both dancers give bold performances. One expects...