Word: plaster
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...world of one of the world's most original sculptors: wiry, bushy-haired Alberto Giacometti. 53. In 28 years, a good deal of Giacometti has rubbed off onto the floors and walls of his bare, grey studio. The workbench is encrusted with old paint drippings and scabs of plaster. Cigarette butts cover the cement floor. The walls are acrawl with hasty sketches and doodles. Over all lies a thick layer of grey plaster dust...
Heads Underfoot. Sculptor Giacometti fits comfortably into this cramped clutter. Lying among the spare furnishings-a black potbellied stove, rumpled cot and banged-up chair-are strange sculptured objects: 6-ft.-tall female caryatid forms whose bark-rough plaster surfaces make them more like bewitched trees than goddesses, archaic-looking heads as tiny as a thumbnail, a slinking alley cat with body no thicker around than the thumb. None of them is finished, Giacometti truculently insists. But in the eyes of art critics, these curious forms are the best sculpture being done in France today...
Acid Test. In Coral Gables, Fla., after it ate through gasoline tins, dissolved the plaster in the ceiling and began dripping on a sergeant's desk, police quickly dumped 55 gallons of confiscated moonshine stored in their attic...
...with the spire rising to a height of 4 1/2 inches. The spire, and buttresses of the hall, like all the more intricate designs in the model, were constructed of easily workable brass, while the bodies of the buildings were constructed of either savogran, a hard plastic similar to plaster of parts, or carved from wood...
...shirts, carrying Tommy guns. Small-arms fire was rattling from the Binh Xuyen a couple of blocks down the road, and Nationalist Tommy-gun fire rattled back at them. Next came the sullen, unmistakable, paralyzing crump of mortars, three in the courtyard outside, filling headquarters with dust and falling plaster. A deep red flame spouted out of a weapons carrier parked next to our car. Black, oily smoke drifted upwards. We could hear a staccato cry ai ai ai from someone who had been...