Word: paint
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Since Nov. 2, Keene has worked in the window of the Goldie Paley Gallery at the Moore College of Art and Design in Philadelphia, where hordes have waited for the paint to dry on his festively colored works. He has sold all 2,000 paintings he brought with him from his studio in Brooklyn, plus several hundred new ones. They've been carted away by senior citizens, children, homemakers and business people, who slip folded bills into an honor box. Keene, who works 12 hours a day to meet the demand, charges $1 to $5 per painting...
...Well, they're not Rembrandts," he says, with brush in hand and paint splattered all over himself...
...aviator slang for flights over southern Iraq. The missions were routine, and until recently flyers joked that they would "have a better chance of seeing Jesus than an Iraqi jet." Even the past week, the skies had been quiet. No Iraqi radar had been turned on to "paint" the Nimitz's jets as targets, so far as the pilots could tell. Still, "every time you get in the jet and go over Iraq, you never know if this is going to be the day they're going to take a potshot at you," explained McLaughlin, 29, from Newport Beach, Calif...
...another song, I Hate You Then I Love You, Dion makes the mistake of having opera star Luciano Pavarotti join her in a duet. Now, inviting Pavarotti to sing a fluff-headed pop song is like asking Picasso to paint your house--it's just not practical. Pavarotti's big, clear tenor easily trumps Dion's showy yelp, and he doesn't stop there--he goes on to overwhelm the song's flitty lyrics and thrash its slight melody. Final score: Pavarotti: 3, Song: 0, Dion: 0. And while we're at it, give Dion a zero for this album...
Stomp seems to be serious about its philosophy. In performance, it really does make startling, beautiful use of the unexpected. The opening act sets the tone for the rest of the show: A young man, wearing a scruffy work shirt and jeans splattered with paint, enters from the wings, pushing a large broom before him across the dusty floor. Evidently intrigued by the noises made by the rhythmic swish of the broom's bristles against the floor, he begins to experiment with its tempo and pressure, resulting in swishes and taps of varying pitch and loudness...