Tag: colour

They are waiting for you
He relaxed, smiling as he looked out the window
Young and broke and on the dole
Well, in any case it is certainly an improvement on your appearance the last time I saw you
All of it made noise that merged together into a mad grind
Just so – if only we could jump fast enough, or had a strong enough wind at our backs, we could all be planets
Do you have any idea why I’m different?
They don’t give you a manual
She would not let them see how they had unsettled her
She was a puzzle to him
Try to think as little about yourself as possible
He had, especially in the evening, these sudden thunderclaps of fear
Of course, you know Masaccio was the first to make use of Brunelleschi’s architectural perspective?
No other painter, not even Leonardo, changed so quickly and with such amazing results
You see, Masaccio made an astonishing leap between the style of the San Giovanni triptych and the Trinity
What is interesting is that the doctrine fo redemption is also a blurring, a sfumatura, of space and time
You must see this vaulted ceiling. The perspective, the blurring, the vanishing point
The receding diagonals give the illusion of reality so that one might, …
… in seeing the forms in the painting as real, believe in the subject
We haven’t the advantage of seeing these parts in a catalog or as a print, have we?
Perspective was Masaccio’s theology
It was dawn by the time the tiger left the city
Everything he loved was on his doorstep
I have met the king of the fishes and lived in the house of a woman
My dad thought it would be educational
These days she seldom glanced in his direction
He would remain undetected if he wished to be
The rooms weren’t going to tell him who he was
Who he was seemed actually to have slipped his mind
The points of the compass are like money, which has value only because men say that it does
The universe does not understand up and down
As for the old, they had rites of their own
It followed the same architectural model as a prison
There was juice and decent coffee
Or would you rather be a cat entirely?
The band of children following them grew louder
He crossed the polished floor of the hall
The scorpion was black with a purple shine
It was almost as if the child was waiting for something to happen
She looked at him and nodded cheerfully
As the year went on, and spring gave way to summer
The house had a smell of damp and old cooking
An agonized cry and some animal howling
He can see her reflection in the bathroom mirror
I smelled the sweetly muddy fumes of the potato fields
I’ll miss you too, Pig!
Begirt with many a blazing star …
… Stood the great giant Algebar
Stars, hide your fires
Let not light see my black and deep desires