Sentence examples for drips of paint from inspiring English sources

Also conflated are the techniques of Jackson Pollock, said to dance around and occasionally step on his horizontal canvases while delivering his drips of paint, and Andy Warhol's "Oxidation" paintings, where the acid was urine.

The cover article last Sunday, "Follow the Drips of Paint," reported on the shifting New York City neighborhoods that attract young artists.

With waterfalls, and pours and drips of paint flowing here and there, this creature stands on a mountain of skulls with richly colored interiors.

Also in this gallery are "Percussive Pictograph" (1955) by Adolph Gottlieb, author of the insurrectionary "Irascibles" letter, and Norman Bluhm's "Time: 3 30" (1959), an explosion of bright color and drips of paint.

Next she knots these columns, evoking Pollock's dripped skeins in three dimensions and then adding Pollock-like drips of paint and glitter, as beautifully exemplified by the 1973 "PSI".

At the end of the novella, he thinks: The poet John Ashbery had asked: what if the drips of paint on which Jackson Pollock had staked his artistic career had just been splashes?… What if it's just splashes?

Its immateriality plays beautifully against the shifting roughness, densities and tonalities of the reds and yellows, making their every drip of paint count, suspending their fiery hues in a different kind of heat.

The same way you can't control a drip of paint on a painting that's alive, you also shouldn't control every drip of paint -- whether it's working with actors continually for six years... many times we had arguments, but there was also respect and love behind the arguments.

The show's tour de force is "Untitled (Room 3)," a glassed-in installation that involves a rusted gas can, a shortened pool cue, miniature doors with stylish handles, trapdoors; an inside room with a cleverly used mirror and a floor covered with sand, another boulder with bronze soap, drips of black paint and clear resin, and smoky smudges.

The show's largest (yet barely visible) piece consists of dozens of little drips of bright paint blown onto an enormous white brick wall through plastic straws that are still inserted in its crevices, like a series of playful stigmata and the weapons that inflicted them.

A fastidious, distinctly physical sense of craft prevails, with a tolerance for little drips and slurps of paint that softens its slight obsessiveness.