Word: felted
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...popular movement, there was always a kind of disbelief in the idea that America would really vote for a black man. We'd like to be wrong, but we think we're right. There is no sense in the black community of the kind of entitlement to the presidency felt by some Hillary Clinton supporters. Many of them expressed shock at the sort of sexism that greeted her. But very few black people were shocked that Michelle Obama was called a "baby mama" or that GOP Congressmen seem to have a penchant for referring to Obama as "boy" and "uppity...
...career in public, the Times reports, Hantaï presented his work at “a noncommercial exhibition space in Paris.” The artist cited an irreconcilable vision of his work with the public as responsible for his isolation: “I felt that the art world was going wrong… I was starting to receive commissions. I was being asked to paint the ceiling of the Paris Opera House. Society seemed to be preparing to paint my work for me. I could have obeyed; many, perhaps most, painters do. The prospect did not coincide with...
...trying to convince fellow partygoers that “Con Air” is the finest movie ever made. But these moments are only funny in a fleeting, peripheral way, and they lack the bite that a comedy with such satirical aspirations requires. Only one scene in the film felt truly comedic. Sidney sees the trailer for Sophie’s award-winning new movie, “Teresa: The Making of a Saint,” in which she plays a young Mother Teresa whose heart is torn between her love for a priest and her desire to help...
...Aniboom Animation winners for Radiohead’s “In Rainbows” competition, Picon’s work shows great technical skill, but lacks in anything beyond physical attraction. Kind of like Sarah Palin. Politics aside, watching the video is like reading a good book. I felt like I had just figured out the meaning of life. Now, if only I could remember it. —Olivia...
...after Frederick.She found him frozen in front of a large oil painting. The Englishman had depicted some kind of incomprehensible allegory–a leopard, a sextant, philosophical books, and in the middle of it all a painted man, naked.Felicity stood, aghast. She felt the rising tide within her breast, the swelling of a liquid blaze that she could not suppress. She knew not from whence this Irish fire came; it overflowed from some inner latent sea to fill her mouth, to seep from her nether regions, straining to burst. She hardly noticed when Frederick departed to the small sculpture...