Jozsef Nemes-Lamperth's 1911 Fauvist-inspired self-portrait is the first work glimpsed through a fisheye hole in the screen.
Walking home after work, glimpsing at an array of purposeful men and women striding resolutely to some goal or other, the apt truth of Albert Camus's observation would hit me: "At any street corner, the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face".
) The actor Tony Bakshi, who has been on the production since the start, believes the musical really shows how the Bollywood system works, giving glimpses into the work conditions in the Indian film industry, which churns out more than 800 films a year.
While images of pleasure pervade Goya's earlier work -- glimpses of men and women picnicking on the banks of a river, children frolicking in a garden, nubile women gazing flirtatiously at the viewer -- darker, more disturbing images came to predominate in the wake of a serious illness that left the painter functionally deaf after 1793.
His last work was Glimpses of the Devil (2005), recounting his fascination with exorcism.
Around the edges of these early series are undistinguished paintings, some openly derivative of Mr. Richter's work, and glimpses of spontaneity: a few small aggressively modeled forms in plaster, one garnished with bits of trash and two wiglike formations of bright epoxy resin poured over cloth, slowly rotating on motorized iron poles, looking a little like severed heads.
The Urbino and Baltimore works offer glimpses of hilly countryside in gaps between the buildings furthest away.
Below, a slide show of works Jeff glimpses in passing, that flit across his consciousness, barely rippling the surface:.
One morning, as I made a swift visit before work, I glimpsed a harrier in the distance.
Below, a slide show of works Jeff glimpses in passing, that flit across his consciousness, barely rippling the surface: **{:.mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image}Jacob Dahlgren, "I, The World, Things, Life," installation, 2007.
Below, a slide show of works Jeff glimpses in passing, that flit across his consciousness, barely rippling the surface: Art — exalted, derided — infiltrates every corner of "Jeff in Venice," and I found myself wishing, as I read it, that the text were interspersed with pictures, as in a W. G. Sebald novel.
