Word: puree
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...fairytale quality and its atmosphere of Eastern mystery. The sets were high and airy, often lighted with foggy uncertainty to give the illusion of immensely stretching space. The cast moved with the highly stylized, mincing grace of the traditional Chinese theater. The opera's few moments of pure horror, as when the executioner carries in the head of the Prince of Persia in Act I, were so skillfully blended into the fabric of stage movement that they were almost unnoticed...
...view of antimatter as oddly charged particles that disappear on contact with matter has some connection, Dali thinks, with the medievalists' view of angels, which could light in hosts upon the point of a pin. His new canvas relates to both concepts. Seen close, it does dissolve into pure abstraction-as abstract, say, as the goings-on in a physicist's cloud chamber...
Present fashion has partly reverted to the archaic, preferring the Kore to the Nike. To devotees of abstract art, the Kore seems the less fussy and closer to the "pure form" of modern sculptors such as Brancusi and Henry Moore. Yet the Kore's abstract balance is physical and intensely feminine too. She bulges the stone, breathing, and smiles from her cliff of self most tenderly. The Nike (Victory) has greatness of another order: she moves like a swirl of gauze and a body both, proudly displaying the lightness of spirit-filled flesh. She is the archaic maid...
...this weird and serious effort: Quasi-grey picture which, closely seen, is an abstract one; seen from two metres is the Sistine Madonna of Raphael; and from fifteen metres is the ear of an angel measuring one metre and a half; which is painted with antimatter; therefore with pure energy...
...verge of breaking through his obscurities into the clear radiance of revelation, he still achieves more than most moderns can even hint at. His best lines have the directness of that other master of obscure simplicities, William Blake. Of hope: "My gates are all caves." Of love: "The pure admire the pure, and live alone; I love a woman with an empty face." Of the clear judgments of childhood...