Word: pattern
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Soul, by Muriel Haskell, is an entirely ludicrous pattern, attempting to present, in its melee of prongs and beams and curlycues, an allegory as trite, as uninteresting and as unconvincing as the metaphors in a schoolboy's sonnet...
...other hand, if one is sufficiently sensitive in vision and feeling, it seems as if there would always be all sorts of things in the aspect of objects about us worth recording--color, form, pattern, and that these can be treated in such a way as to give us pretty paint surfaces, harmonious and sparkling color and agreeable design, things which, hung on the walls of our houses or apartments, may add much to the pleasure of our life. The painter therefor treats his subjects as so much material or motive to be made into a pleasant arrangement, a pretty...
...Society must be cast in the male mold. It must be dominated and inspired by man. It will thus become more elastic, more dynamic, more alive, healthier. If man had run society the last few years it would not have permitted . . . women to pattern their appearance on the rattlesnake, asparagus or a nail, with all the rotundities carefully smoothed...
...Manhattan, Mrs. J. Stuart Tompkins read of Jacqueline, was piqued into bragging of Boulderwall, her Great Dane house dog. Never permitted to bark, Boulderwall's lips have learned to fashion sounds to the pattern of human speech. Intelligent, she answers simple questions in a voice that is clear, and high-pitched...
...partly by contrast, because the paintings were neither. They are difficult paintings to write about. When Georgia O'Keeffe paints flowers, she does not paint fifty flowers stuffed into a dish. On most of her canvases there appeared one gigantic bloom, its huge feathery petals furled into some astonishing pattern of color and shade and line. A bee, busy with a paint brush, might so have reproduced the soft, enormous caves in which his pasturage is found. One of the.insects out of Henri Fabre, some thoughtful, sensitive caterpillar who had read Freud, might have so pictured the green and perpendicular...