Word: cypress
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Crouched beneath a gentle morning sun last week, Florida Governor Bob Graham grinned broadly and, with a muddy splash, dropped a baby cypress tree into a hole filled with water on the bank of the Kissimmee River. As he shoveled soil on the roots, a group of ebullient environmentalists crowded around him, laughing and applauding. "This is the heart that pumps the blood," said Graham of the river. "Our goal is, by the year 2000, the water system will look and function more as it did in the year 1900 than it does today." And with the turnaround, naturalists predict...
...plaque, stolen once before, was securely attached with six leg bolts. One end of the bolts was screwed to the back of the cypress-carved wood, and the other end was embedded into the brick...
Bartlett is a deft maker of marks; she understands the syntax of representation so well that hardly an inch of surface goes slack. The way she renders the dusty black recesses of a cypress, or the paddle-like leaves of a foreground plant, or the lunar speckling of artificially lit gravel-and does it in terms of relentlessly agile movements of a broad brush-is a lesson in decisiveness. It would be hard to think of more fluent paint handling in current art than the set of three views of the tiled tank, named Pool, 1983. One reads it from...
...images of frame-by-frame shift are a way of shaking it back into life. The place is so ambiguously quiet that after a while the kitschy little statue starts to come alive. Small changes take on enhanced significance, as in Wind, 1983, where the whipping of the cypress fronds, black as gnawed brushes against an unmemorably blank sky, is al most the only change (apart from eyeline) from one panel to the next. In this way -paradoxically enough, in view of her constricted subject - Bartlett emerges as a master of narrative tone. There is more in her garden than...
...shrines stand a stone's throw from each other in Tokyo's Shibuya district. One looks toward the past; the other embodies the present. The first, the Meiji memorial, a Shinto edifice of Japanese cypress embellished with gilded copper, is dedicated to Emperor Hirohito's grandfather. The other, which glints a deep azure in the sun, is the modernistic steel-and-glass headquarters of NHK, Japan's public broadcasting system, symbol of a national obsession: television...