Word: hollowing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...proudest plates, painted with abstract and neo-classical motifs. Franchise's face-happy, sad or angry-his baby's smile, a bullfighter, a skeletal fish, were repeated often in his designs. There were also ten deep jugs and thin-necked jars designed as a sort of hollow painted sculpture. One of the liveliest was half-pot and half-owl. Picasso's pottery owed a great deal to archaic Mediterranean sculpture and ceramics, which represented beasts and gods in a similar bulging shorthand, but it also had a 20th Century wit and a deliberate lack of refinement that...
...starting motor whines, the turbine spins. A tainted breeze blows through the exhaust vent in the tail, followed by a thin grey fog of atomized kerosene. Deep in the engine a single sparkplug buzzes. A spot of fire dances in a circle behind the turbine. Next moment, with a hollow whoom, a great yellow flame leaps out. It cuts back to a faint blue cone, a cone that roars like a giant blowtorch. The roar increases to thunder as the turbine gathers speed. Then it diminishes slightly, masked by a strange, high snarl that is felt rather than heard. This...
...Toward dawn our guide led us to the rim of a deep hollow, blanketed with yellow kunai grass. At the bottom were three dilapidated board shacks, before one of which a woman puttered over her morning chores. As Stafford led the squad crawling down into the hollow, the woman glanced up and shrieked. Three armed men burst from the house and fled for an opposite hill...
...police rounded up the third man and handcuffed him along with six women and another man found in the house. We were just about to leave when the whole hollow suddenly exploded with a blast of Bren guns, Sten guns, and rifles firing in rapid bursts. Bullets spat in the dirt and sizzled through the grass. Two hand grenades exploded, as a third bounced harmlessly on the ground...
...Romulo Gallegos and Foreign Minister Andres Blanco. It seemed more like an ambassador's tea than an art exhibition. But the paintings-hung by the Library of Congress as a gesture of inter-American good, will-spoke anything but the language of diplomacy. The work of a brooding, hollow-cheeked man named Héctor Poleo, they were fierce and fearful as a prophecy of doom...