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...peers into this soft, gauzy space as though looking through ice crystals diffused on a windowpane: hence the collective title Hoarfrost...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Enfant Terrible at 50 | 1/27/1975 | See Source »

...ghost images, traces. The white paintings were made white to accept passing shadows. The De Kooning drawing was not erased to blank: a phantom of it stays on the paper. Rauschenberg's illustrations to Dante's Infer no (1960) were pale transfers from newsprint. But the Hoarfrost prints extend Rauschenberg's delight in faintness to a ravishing lyricism: because their constituent images are so familiar, clear-cut and even brassy, and yet presented with such rippling and indistinct sweetness, they become a visual equivalent of free-associative dreaming - creative inattention at play. Perhaps only a temperament...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Enfant Terrible at 50 | 1/27/1975 | See Source »

...fast, or spend too much time indoors to see the earlier sunsets every evening or notice that the air has begun to acquire an edge, like a jug of apple cider left over from early fall. Suddenly they wake up one morning to find sunlight sparkling off the hoarfrost and a silvery net of ice crystals on the puddles in the driveway. It can be a cold shock...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE MOOD: Cold Comfort for a Long, Hard Winter | 12/10/1973 | See Source »

...heartland's culture itself seems to stifle his characters' heartbeats whenever they try to make an openhanded gesture of the flesh, the mind or the spirit. Wilson's Rimers are indeed what their collective name implies: a people who blanket their lives with hoarfrost...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theater: Twisted Lives | 3/3/1967 | See Source »

...cloud hung over the agony of Budapest-part fog, part gun smoke, part dust. It muffled the thump of mortars and draped the spires of shattered cathedrals in dark, chilly folds. For miles around, the snow was black with soot. Heavy hoarfrost formed each night; and in the morning the dead in the streets glittered. Under the cloud and over the dead raged one of World War II's grimmest street battles. By the time the Red Army had cleared the city's 4,500 blocks of their stubborn German defenders, Budapest was a surrealist's nightmare...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Communists: No End to Liberation | 4/3/1964 | See Source »

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