Sentences with phrase «sculpture out of the rock»

We also went to a studio which made big granite sculpture out of the rock right there on the property.

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Then to Remarkable Rocks, via the spectacular coastline of Cape du Couedic, where the forces of nature have carved modern sculptures out of the granite.

In Toconao you can purchase handicraft, the local speciality being items sculptured out of volcanic rock and cactus wood.

We then make our way to Remarkable Rocks for a leisurely stroll amongst the huge weather - sculptured granite outcrops, visit Admirals Arch at Cape du Couedic to watch the resident colony of New Zealand fur seals frolic in the ocean or bask in the sun and then break for lunch at Rocky River Headquarters, with time to check out the Information Centre.

Mr. Nara, 52, emerged in the 1990s in a wave of Pop art coming out of Japan; his paintings and sculptures, often depicting children, are influenced by comics and punk rock music.

, 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,

In the completion of this earth sculpture, Smithson had to rearrange rock, soil and algae to form a long (1500 feet) spiral - shaped jetty jutting out into the Great Salt Lake in Utah.

One of the most arresting displays encourages visitors to swerve in and out of a dense forest of paintings, sculptures, and projections related to The Poetics, a still relatively obscure punk rock group Kelley formed with fellow artist Tony Oursler in 1977.

However, whereas Smithson's sculpture was made out of basalt rock and salt crystals on a monumental scale and was intended to become a permanent feature of the Great Salt Lake landscape in which it was made, Long's spiral made out of seaweed was more modest in scale and ephemeral in nature.

Rochelle Goldberg's installation No Where, Now Here includes live chia grass growing out of the carpet, creating an actual ecosystem within a sculptural one, and Win McCarthy's sculptures take on a decidedly raw feel, collaging newspaper clippings and self - portraits with rough - and - ready materials, including metal and rocks.

The surreal natural formations of Turkey's Cappadocia region, where soft volcanic rocks have eroded over the eons into fanciful cones and spires, now have some serious man - made competition for tourist attention: The world's largest contemporary land art park, comprising 10 giant sculptures made out of more than 10,500 tons of stone.Australian sculptor Andrew Rogers picked this part of central Turkey for the latest installment of his five - continent «Rhythms of Life» art project due to its natural beauty and long history of settlement by many civilizations.

The master suite is comprised of a modest - sized bedroom, commodious his - and - her closets with ample built - in shelving and a Zen - like bathroom with a river stone - tiled steam shower and a large 6 - foot Kohler Tea - for - Two tub that looks out onto an enclosed lava rock garden housing reproductions of two Frank Lloyd Wright sculptures.