Sentence examples for delicate grid from inspiring English sources

The structure, a delicate grid of arched bamboo poles tied in place with stainless steel wire, cast a filigreed shadow on the gravel-covered ground.

Just a bit farther up the ramp, another model painstakingly recreates the Great Workroom of the Johnson Wax Headquarters in Racine, Wis., with its delicate grid of mushroom columns and milky glass ceiling.

In addition to the moving screens a delicate grid of wires floats in the air above the action; the idea of transmission, and how faulty it can be, is everywhere reinforced, as is the question of who is granted access to what.

As I traversed deeper into the woods with mud on my feet and stars in my eyes, I discovered an intricate web of interconnected neon yarn that formed a delicate grid all around me.

There, 1,954 geometric collages inscribed with numbers by the Japanese artist Atsuko Tanaka (1932-2005) hang within sight of a delicate, grid-based painting by Agnes Martin from a decade later.

Others were the late Agnes Martin, with delicate grids, and Brice Marden, with brooding monochromes.

Similarly the sensuous furniture and objects of Josef Hoffmann and Koloman Moser are alive with delicate grids, fluid lines and opulent surfaces that make them more immediately seductive than the austere Bauhaus designs they anticipate by 20 years.

The California Energy Commission wants to reduce the strain on the state's delicate power grid, so it's fingered energy-hungry TVs, which include LCDs and plasmas, as an easy-to-eliminate commodity.

To be honest, I'm not any more interested in the particulars of af Klint's belief systems than I am in, say, the mysticism that Agnes Martin conveyed when talking about the delicate stripes and grids of her paintings, or the numerical systems and Mayan hieroglyphs that figured in Alfred Jensen's bright, crusty checkerboard abstractions.

Set at the edge of a dreary hillside campus, the structure was conceived as an irregular grid of delicate concrete arches.

There are surprises, too — like Holly Anderson, who writes haiku-like prose-poems of delicate lyricism trapped in crossword grids.