Word: misting
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...runway with a cluster of pretty little girls bearing flowers, then drove Prince Souvanna off to the state guesthouse in a long cortege of limousines through streets dark and deserted except for the squads of soldiers guarding intersections. Early next morning, the Ilyushin flew over the mist-shrouded mountains of northern Laos to a grassy landing strip on the Plaine des Jarres, an 800 sq. mi. plateau, so named because it is dotted by ancient, granite burial jars weighing up to 100 tons...
...newspaper pages about an obscure crime, he has proliferated a great flowering of sin and scenery, myth and mysticism. He resembles Simenon in his ability to evoke swiftly a street, a room, a city. In the final chapters, there is an unfortunate settling down of Gothic and miasmal mist, but even here, Gabrielle Bompard is wildly and insistently alive, whether jabbing a coachman with her imperious parasol or grumbling crossly at a tired lover: "Is it my fault if men overestimate their capacities?" Many readers, like Jacquemar himself, may be horror-stricken to find that they "cannot help loving this...
...sitting paintings, mostly landscapes and seascapes done on Cape Cod, Dickinson is especially versatile at catching the highlights of a moment. He can do a cottage window that is both precise and geometrical, yet seems about to reveal some intriguing mystery. A seascape may be romantic and bathed in mist, while a painting of waves crashing upon some rocks can recede into abstraction. But Dickinson has still another side to him: oils that are pure dramatic invention. Such a work is his Ruin at Daphne...
...directly with color. He might use a sponge, a knife, a finger or a piece of bread to get the desired effect; he was perfectly willing to let form be nearly drowned in movement. Few men have ever captured so luminously the restless wave, the fleeting cloud, a gathering mist or a fading twilight...
...Music suddenly becomes an atonal screeching; men bow instead of shaking hands, sit cross-legged on the floor to eat dinner and mostly wear twisted cloths or even skirts instead of trousers. The straight lines of Western architecture are replaced by curlicues and curves; landscapes become shrouded in Oriental mist; night sounds have an uneasy difference. And poverty is not a shabby destitution but something as stark, as cruel and as immediate as death...