Word: glares
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Thiebaud, like any traditional painter became interested in how light affected objects, particulary the garnish glare of bulbs and florescent tubes that made objects seem to swell with importance. When be drove across the country, he noticed soemthing else; the repetition of "the still life of the restaurant table" - the same salt and pepper shakers and napkin holders in dining rooms and roadside stands everywhere. Finally, after a trip to Mexico he found that what struck him most vividly on re-entering the U.S. was the gaudy luxury of the drugstore and hamburger stands. And so he began painting food...
...murder, and I'm on my way to find out about it." With that and an angry glare the Chief strode out of the room accompanied by several policemen. Biff was left alone in the office, bewildered by the confusion he had stumbled into...
...grey eminence behind the conservative fortunes of Republican Senator Barry Goldwater. Arizona's Stephen C. Shadegg, 52, is known among the knowing as one of the nation's top backstage political managers. Last week, to the surprise of most who know him, Shadegg jumped into the glare of the footlights. Resigning as Arizona's Republican state chairman, he announced that he would seek the Republican nomination for U.S. Senator...
...took photographs of this señor in the midst of feast and drunken carousals. Any day, in one of these carousals the military will grab him and take him to an embassy [where] he will wake up. He has been more cowardly than Frondizi." Then Castro shifted his glare to an old foe, Venezuelan President Romulo Betancourt, who recently sharply criticized Argentina's military for overthrowing President Arturo Frondizi. Cried Castro: "Who is Señor Betancourt but a murderer of workers and students? And how does he react in the face of the Argentine case? Like...
There was frank animal hatred in the obsidian eyes. The harried champion felt it. He shuddered involuntarily and looked away. On his chest, rivulets of sweat sparkled in the harsh glare of naked lights. Patiently, coldly, the massive-shouldered challenger stalked his prey, drawing his circles tighter and tighter, until the champion was trapped against the ropes. A thudding left to the belly doubled up the champion. Another left to the head made him drop his gloves. The challenger swung his right...