Word: cavernness
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...Chanteuse de Café.”Wolohojian also describes how the background of “Chanteuse de Café” creates, for him, a visual representation of sound. The dark backdrop behind the café singer is a “cavern of black space” symbolic of the “deep belly of the singer.” Her song pours out of it, manifested in bright vertical sound-waves that double as the decorative paint on the wall behind her.Most of the third room of the gallery is filled with depictions...
...high cheekbones and deeply inset eyes, looks to the 30 or so villagers sitting in a circle around him for confirmation. They nod and grunt assent, and he proceeds to talk about the time their shy ancestors hid themselves from the outside world in Liang Bua, a high-ceilinged cavern scooped out of a limestone hill about a kilometer away. Again a chorus of agreement. "Tell how Paju left the cave and married one of the normal humans," calls out a voice from the crowd, "[and] how we came to live here in Rampasasa." Jurubu hesitates. After a pause...
...like a typical nightclub from New York. As we approached the front of the line, a woman with a clipboard scanned our outfits. “C’est bon.” As we made our way into the pseudo-cavern, I felt the pumping beats of the aged hip-hop. We were already pretty buzzed when I tried to get the DJ to play “Hey Ya!”—to no avail. We bought one drink each before we realized why a cool club like this has no cover (they?...
...like a typical nightclub from New York. As we approached the front of the line, a woman with a clipboard scanned our outfits. “C’est bon.” As we made our way into the pseudo-cavern, I felt the pumping beats of the aged hip-hop. We were already pretty buzzed when I tried to get the DJ to play “Hey Ya!”—to no avail. We bought one drink each before we realized why a cool club like this has no cover (they?...
...immense arching fronds of tree ferns, a dark cave mouth gapes crookedly, big enough to admit a man almost upright. But Shaw, the head of the Tasmanian Aboriginal Land Council, suddenly feels uneasy - not about the bugs or the damp, but about the ancestors who gathered in the cavern's gloom, perhaps tens of thousands of years ago, and left their marks on its walls...