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F***ing triffids.
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Everything is figureautable
What I'm concerned about now is creating a metaphor for what the figure really is.
FAPO- for amazement purposes only
Since the age of six I have had the habit of sketching forms of objects. Although from about fifty I have often published my pictorial works, before the seventieth year none is worthy.
Astrid: Here are the figures you requested. Hope these work for you. Cheers, LaCher P.S. Don't forget the lucky horsemen!
I don't know what I ate, but I felt immensely better after the first mouthful. It occurred to me that my vision of the fig-tree and all the fat figs that withered and fell to the earth might well have arisen from the profound void of an empty stomach.
Flamingo necks, peacock brains, pike livers, lark tongues, sow's udders, elephant trunks and ears extravagantly frilled with parsley.
The sexual is part of everything, and it's highly formalized. I hadn't done figure for a long time. And I thought to myself, "Why not the erotic figure?"
Abstract pictures are fictive models, because they make visible a reality that we can neither see nor describe, but whose existence we can postulate.
... Lyotard suggests that while discourse operates as a system of representation which defines meanings according to their relation to other concepts in that system, figure is the realm of the singular, of that which refuses to, or simply cannot, be captured and systematized by the concept.
If you don't watch your figure, you'll have more figure to watch.
Some people need a fig-leaf on their mouths.
What are you looking at?-- Jesse Stone
Breathe in. She didn't give a fig what other people thought! Breathe out. Rubbish. She gave a whole fig tree.
Sometimes the valley below is like a bowl filled up with fog. I can see hard green figs on two trees and pears on a tree just below me. A fine crop coming in. May summer last a hundred years.
All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big; Here is store and overplus - More had not Alcinous!
A fig-tree looking on a fig-tree becometh fruitful, says the Arabian proverb. And so it is with children; their first great instructor is example.
Statues with beating hearts.
Oh, figures!' answered Ned. 'You can make figures do whatever you want.
Whip 'em out boys. We'll measure them right here and now.
Summertime in the french countryside is the smell of ripening fig trees and the taste of wild blackberries.
My dresses help women discover figures they didn't know they had,
Tall and skinny, with arms and legs sticking out at odd angles, as if [they] were made of drinking straws instead of flesh and bone.
Gallimaufry of ices and trifles and toasts, supervised
We will gather images and images of images up till the last, which is blank. This one we will agree on. (Reb Carasso)
Fill in any figure you want for that boy (Mickey Mantle). Whatever the figure, it's a deal.
I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.
Second Fig
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
It has been said that figures rule the world. Maybe. But I am sure that figures show us whether it is being ruled well or badly.
The fallen hazel-nuts, Stripped late of their green sheaths, The grapes, red-purple, Their berries Dripping with wine, Pomegranates already broken, And shrunken fig, And quinces untouched, I bring thee as offering.
Pel-i-cans, their beaks hold more than their bellies can.
It is a cliche that human beings are fascinated by size
mountain peaks, high buildings, and whales. We are also amazed by miniatures
a flea on a mouse, a flea on a trapeze, the Last Supper carved on the head of a pin.
DeFrees, a dealer in nineteenth-century watercolors who for all her stiff clothes and strong perfumes was a hugger and a cuddler, with the old-ladyish habit of liking
When Nero, with a casual quip, declared 'mushrooms to be the food of the gods, since it was by means of a mushroom that Claudius has become a god',66 it
My eye-balls are glass,
my limbs marble,
my face fixed
in its marble mask.
Al the povere peple tho pescoddes fetten; Benes and baken apples thei broghte in hir lappe, Chibolles and chervelles and ripe chiries manye, And profrede Piers this present to plese with Hunger.
I'm into scales right now.
Look, infinite Hazels.
No imaginary judgments of form, The clouds Butterfat
I have my mother's hips ... I have an apple bottom.
If God had not made brown honey, men would think figs much sweeter than they do.
The most popular image of the female despite the exigencies of the clothing trade is all boobs and buttocks, a hallucinating sequence of parabolae and bulges.
illustrations of anthropomorphic piles of resin with dialogue bubbles above them: "Hello there, I'm Frankincense. Well, technically I'm Frankincense's monster, but everyone gets that wrong." One
Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise,
Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affection,
Figures pedantical
these summer flies
Have blown me full of maggot ostentation.
We endeavour to employ only symmetrical figures, such as should not only be an aid to reasoning, through the sense of sight, but should also be to some extent elegant in themselves.
It is well known that a loose and easy dress contributes much to give to both sexes those fine proportions of body that are observable in the Grecian statues, and which serve as models to our present artists.
DEATH COMES SLOWLY LIKE ANTS TO A FALLEN FIG
The type of fig leaf which each culture employs to cover its social taboos offers a twofold description of its morality. It reveals that certain unacknowledged behavior exists and it suggests the form that such behavior takes.
When I look at small things, I think I shall go on living: drops of rain, leather gloves shrunk by being wet ... When I look at something too big, I want to die: the Diet Building, or a map of the world ...
I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with ... G."
"Sausages.
Train up a fig tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade of it.
The thick plottens.
Eight inches strong, it is my favourite thing;
If I'm alone at night, I embrace it fully -
A beautiful woman hasn't touched it for ages.
Within my fundoshi there is an entire universe!
Wet catkins fur the twigs of a willow.
The man who is ostentatious of his modesty is twin to the statue that wears a fig-leaf.
The small figures that appear in my paintings are there only because they were there when I was working from nature on my preliminary sketches with pencil.
You still think like a child, don't you? Clay figurines sunk to their ankles in the sand, one here, one there, standing just so. One says this, the other says that, then you reach down and rearrange them accordingly. Scenes, vistas, stark with certainty.
I've got enormous breasts.
I am drawn to the new chart with all of its colorful intricacies as a gourmet must anticipate the details of a feast ... I shall keep them forever. As stunning exciting proof that a proper mixture of science and art is not only possible but a blessed union.
I was at home then in the world of figures, but not in that of values.
[On her thinness:] It's not what you'd call a figure, is it?
What is either a picture or a novel that is not character?
Peaches. Talk to me.
Chadwickius frenemus,
A Waft of Cheese
What are you looking at sugar-tits?
The longer I looked the more certain I became that these figures were real and living, though perhaps not according to the standards that the camera and the biologist would insist upon.
Of erections how few are domed like St. Peter's! of creatures, how few vast as the whale!
I'm gonna drop fitty. I'm gonna drop fitty pounds. How many quarter-pounders with cheeses is that? I'm gonna drop 200 quarter-pounder with cheeses.
I stare at Hans.
Hans is shaped like an industrial-sized refrigerator.
His hands are like cinder blocks.
He should not be afraid of a little thing like the ocean.
Soul of fibre and heart of oak.
Being cross-genre, you can encounter an image and decide not only how to best express it but what form would express it best.
Afrikander cattle.
I'm fresh out of fucks to give.
The pits and tangles are more than blemishes distorting the classic shapes of Euclidian geometry. They are often the keys to the essence of a thing
Let me put it this way. According to my girth, I should be a ninety-foot redwood.
On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels ...
sinookas, the tendrils of my life,
All the oxygen of the world was in them.
All the feet of the babies of the world were in them.
All the crotches of the angels of the world were in them.
All the morning kisses of Philadelphia were in them.
Trials and half a dozen smaller
Out of the debris of a statue thoroughly shattered a new art work is born: a naked foot unforgettably resting on a stone; a candid hand; a bent knee which contains all the speed of the foot race; a torso which has no face to prevent us from loving it.
two orbs of flesh?
The figures ... are not supposed to reveal anything ... It's like seeing a stranger in some place like an air terminal for the first time. You look at him, you notice his shoes, his suit, the pin in his lapel, but you don't have any particular feeling about him.
If a figure doesn't look back at you, you forget it.
I am a grateful ... grapefruit.
Images are not quite ideas, they are stiller than that, with less implication outside themselves. And they are not myth, they do not have the explanatory power; they are nearer to pure story. Nor are they always metaphors; they do not say this is that, they say this is.
Perfect specimens for an exacting science...
Photography is a contest between a photographer and the presumptions of approximate and habitual seeing. The contest can be held anywhere ...
Have you never seen a strange unconnected deformed representation of a figure, which seen in another point of view, became proportioned and agreeable? It is the picture of man.
Fictions, whoppers and paradiddles.
A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII.
Mrs. Francis, may I introduce the Scourge of the Skies, the Terror of Dairy Farmers, the Lord of Lactose, Master of the Cheese Pirates of Snow Monkey Island, Captain Cheesebeard.
To scale all love down
To a cupped hand's size
flaxen mane and tail. The Black Forest horses had a draft-like
to be ME, Merewyn. These
Toys to deftly pluck up like animal crackers and deposit safely into a crate decorated with friezes of bright circus trains carrying aardvarks, dodos, swift dromedaries, baby elephants, and plastic dinosaurs. A box of mixed metaphors.
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