Word: rectangularity
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...where she was headed was someplace very unusual. By the early 1980s Murray was routinely breaking out of the confines of the standard rectangular canvas, going instead for supports shaped like thunderbolts, clouds or shapes-with-no-name that she would combine sometimes into complicated puzzle pieces. Working in a jumped-up palette of citric yellows, Band-Aid pinks, acidic greens and plum purples, she made pictures that were semi-abstract, but full of teasing references to the outside world, like the outlines of shoes and tables. Or two conjoined canvases might take on the shape...
...sure when. The picturesque woodland setting seemed appropriate, but they returned to Sawlit’s house sans ring. That evening, at a dinner to celebrate her mother’s birthday, Sawlit, sitting next to John W. Hastrup ’06, could feel the rectangular ring box in his pocket. It wasn’t until they were back at her house, in her bedroom, that he got on one knee. “If I’d had to wait any longer…” Sawlit says, trailing off. Hastrup finishes the sentence...
...terms. As Holl puts it, he promised Wilson and the museum's trustees that "the new will be as new as can be, but the old will be preserved." If anything, he amplified the classicism of the space behind the old building by positioning the longest and most conventionally rectangular of his lenses at a perpendicular to the museum's rear faade. That created a square courtyard with a serene reflecting pool where the parking lot used...
...should be redesigned because they "look like waves when there shouldn't be water energy in that sector." But he believes the reopening of Don Muang, Thailand's long-serving facility north of the city, can bring relief not just by reducing flight load but because its terminal's rectangular shape makes for better energy collection. It's a proper gateway, in other words. So far, Suvarnabhumi has been more like a creaky door...
...nice gadget." The town square is tiny, with no stores or restaurants, and is encircled by abandoned 15th century stone and wood cottages that look like drooping gingerbread houses. It is the vision of a dying mountain town, except for the odd 5-m-by-8-m rectangular slab of metal perched on the rocky cliff above, like a giant shining postage stamp. By 10 a.m., with a computer adjusting the mirror's position, the sun is indeed ricocheting down to the piazza, but it's more like a light in your eye than sunshine on your face...