Word: color
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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Nothing but his interpretation of imposition and color limits the artist a post-impressionism. He attempts to express with the greatest possible the material and spiritual significance of a subject, as the "treeness" a tree or the "wallness" of a wall. Generally the works of Kandinsky are considered to be the most abstract expressions of post-impressionism, requiring an imaginative reception on part of the observer...
...spectacle is delightfully studded with all the romantic Viennese cliches-handsome soldiers, sidewalk cafes, double weddings, fine pastries and beer, even a Russian countess. The costumes are shrill in color and changed with great frequency the better to dazzle the patrons. Excellent dancing by men and girl choruses and by a well trained Albertina Rasch ballet adds pleasing motion whenever the singing duet is carried away by one of its arias...
...would like her to give me a treatment. Right then something told me from within that I would regain all my strength; so I answered 'Yes, go ahead.' While she was talking everything in the room began to clear. I could even see the color of her eyes, which were blue. It was as if a fog had lifted. I stood up and wanted to walk out in the clear air and did for a three-mile walk-bought tickets for the theatre that night, and actually saw the actors clearly for the first time in many months...
Raoul Dufy has never lost his enthusiasm for Matisse's brilliant color and uncanny sense of design, but unlike other Matisse disciples he did not imitate any part of his technique. Raoul Dufy, and later his Brother Jean, worked out a sort of shorthand of painting with rapidly sketched trees and houses blocked in colors deliberately off-register. This genre has been seized avidly by smartchart editors and advertisers. Museums know his work: even the Metropolitan Museum of Art has a Dufy...
...they are onomatopoetic: "And the walloping Oxford bells, turning over and over like slow porpoises in a sea of oil, contemplatively intoned their musical incantations." But most of Virginia Woolf's descriptions are pictures: "It was March and the wind was blowing. . . . With one blast it blew out color-even a Rembrandt in the National Gallery, even a solid ruby in a Bond Street window: one blast and they were gone ... it paled every window; drove old gentlemen further and further into the leather smelling recesses of clubs; and old ladies to sit eyeless, leather cheeked, joyless among...