Sentences with phrase «kinds of narrative while»

Through this introspective yet performance - oriented approach, Linwood often depicts scenes of everyday life, deploying cross-referencing techniques to investigate different kinds of narrative while highlighting the effects of time and politics upon artifacts, social practices and human bodies.

Not exact matches

Even in the dim patriarchal age, while it may be true that some of the narratives really refer to tribal movements, there are others which lay all the stress upon religious experience of a strongly individual kind.

But while the film's patchwork narrative contains some good moments, that's all it really is — moments strung together like some kind of time - capsule scrapbook.

While the pair has their own narrative downbeats to hit, their music functions as a kind of Greek chorus, bridging storylines and even supplying some mordant thematic counterpoint.

Mistress America, however, lacks the emotional pull of While We're Young; it's a looser but more disposable entertainment, and while Gerwig and Baumbach remain masters at penning hilarious bon mots, they've failed to supply their joke - machine narrative with the kind of prickly, complicated characters that occupy the director's best While We're Young; it's a looser but more disposable entertainment, and while Gerwig and Baumbach remain masters at penning hilarious bon mots, they've failed to supply their joke - machine narrative with the kind of prickly, complicated characters that occupy the director's best while Gerwig and Baumbach remain masters at penning hilarious bon mots, they've failed to supply their joke - machine narrative with the kind of prickly, complicated characters that occupy the director's best work.

Also, the film takes place in Vegas, meaning we get the mandatory sweeping shots of the city, and while these kind of sweeping shots are a cliché, they're well executed enough that you still enjoy looking at the beautiful city in which the narrative takes place.

In terms of narrative structure, the previous Spielberg film that Lincoln ends up most resembling is Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977), which while a more consistently entertaining film still provided a dramatic change in pace and style at the end to deliver a long feel - good sequence as a sort of reward to the audience for hanging in for that long.

I imagine how a low budget narrative game could use that kind of stuff to great effect (with simple, interconected puzzles as a sort of skeleton group of activities to do while most of the story is visualized in one's mind).

The art of Rodin is powerfully torn between tradition and modernity, responding to the flow and speed of a new kind of world while holding on to the gesture, portrayal and narrative that enable sculpture to make haunting public statements.

But surprisingly, while Hartung's video installation does contain elements of irony, it also has a kind of poetic and nostalgic sensibility, created through the use of stop - motion animation, lo - fi video techniques, and the audio narrative, taken from the 1973 BBC documentary of the same name.

Art film usually retains some kind of narrative structure or tension, while video art may abandon this convention completely.

Yet, Kahn's pointed concentration on hue and luminescence moves beyond the constraints of abstract expressionism, in which his teacher worked, to a kind of representation that artfully transcends overt description or narrative, even while maintaining a kind of painterly lyricism hinged entirely on color and its unique application.

Harsha has said of this series, «Slowly I feel my thoughts are moving towards a kind of abstraction while keeping the absurd narrative as its central engagement».

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

On the first floor, the studio space contains three great, large scale paintings by Lynette Yiadom - Boakye — there is a fourth in the space next door — with her characteristically enigmatic cast of characters conjuring all kinds of narrative imaginings, while hidden away up a roped - off staircase is a work by perennial provocatrice Klara Lidén; Untitled (Trash Can), from the group of works with which she won the German blauorange Art Prize in 2010.

And while there is an expectation that instructions to politics can be simply read off from scientific observations, anti-progress and anti-human narratives, of the kind epitomised by the Guardian's alarmism, will persist.