Her paintings of bleached white skulls and pelvises of deer, antelope, and cattle, floating ethereally
against a backdrop of landscape and sky, create what one critic called a "vision of infinity.
n of since at the From the ethereally
dreamy Bombs to the exuberant BreaSilence, Coombes explores thunexpected whilst maintaininfamous love of melody that msome of Supergrass's finest moments - such as Moving, Pumping On Your Stereo and Richard III.
To conclude, I would like to add that Jaroslav perhaps without even being aware of it, plays these ethereally
heavenly works with a great deal of humility, on the one hand, and considerable self-confidence, on the other, thus, in my opinion, advancing his performance to the Bachian heights.
She's the daughter of Clement O'Donnell (Barry McGovern), the gifted, dissolute village choirmaster who has trained local children to create ethereally
complex and sophisticated music by fusing Irish poetry to Continental harmonic structures.
When Marla steals clothes from the laundromat, sells them to a used clothing store, and moves ethereally
through traffic (leaving Norton behind, as he tries to avoid being hit by cars), we are meant to read her as a fantasy figure and this is confirmed, in the channeling session, when he imagines her as his "power animal.
Now, the tree is Emma, too: in the novella's first paragraph we meet her: "Emma, herself, was ethereally
thin, and had been admired for the translucency of her skin.
Working on red earthenware with tin glazes, her pottery shimmers ethereally
in its lustre; and over its delicate pastel grounds, the swirling surface decoration glows in gold.
His revolutionary stemware philosophy -- that form should follow function and that content should command shape -- resulted in the creation of ethereally
thin, light long-stemmed glasses that enhanced the wine served from them.
Composed of lines that are neither distinctive, imposing nor especially informative, their unshaded forms tend to disappear, ethereally
, at a distance.
, the sound of Esben and the Witch is floating over the whole glorious show.
Respighi's Pines of Rome had both poetry and splendour, and although the brass took a little while to settle down, the balance of the trumpet solo in the catacomb sequence was ethereally
distanced, there were melting sounds of divided and muted strings everywhere and the great apotheosis of the finale, with the military might of Ancient Rome streaming up the Appian Way like an unstoppable juggernaut was superbly done, making an irresistible climax of spectacle and brilliance.
Enticing, elastic and ethereally
elegant, their strength lies in making new forms that have force of personality coupled with a delicate poise.