Sentence examples for from the palette of from inspiring English sources

Ms. Disney seemed to be working from the palette of an Easter basket.

Roman cement was a major material used in the architecture of the nineteenth and early twentieth century across Europe, until it was displaced by Portland cement, and is absent from the palette of materials from which conservationists may now select.

The thing that defines this duet album as being a duet album is that it has elements of what I've learned over the last 15 years and brought to my own work, which is away from the palette of Fleetwood Mac.

The $279 device is on sale now, and offers a white plastic case that's reminiscent of Apple's white MacBook, but with color-splashed variants which draw from the palette of the Google Chrome logo to spice things up a bit.

It, in fact, may be something that has totally vanished from the palette of human emotion by a certain time in the future.

It's a panorama from the palette of Heidi in Technicolor with the alpine meadow green of the fairways, purple lupine and golden poppies along the shining brook, and picture postcard vistas to Mt. Shasta and the snowy Siskiyou peaks.

The influence of France, her adopted home, is as evident in skeletal pastels as it is in large-scale canvases; they hum with scraps of blue, green, orange, and pink lifted from the palettes of Monet and Cézanne.

It's a thesis that makes sense, given the weekly moviegoing habits of the Picasso crowd, and considering nearly monochrome gray and dun-colored canvases like Picasso's "Still Life with a Bottle of Rum" (borrowed from the Met) and Braque's "Mandora" (on loan from the Tate), which mimic the palette of early cinema.

The rest of the design flowed from there, Ms. Grawunder said, including the palette of orange, purple and vermilion, and the choice of seating.

Wandering through the garden beds, where the palette of browns, from light to near-black, brought out the richness of the plants' textures, he pointed out the ethereal silver seed heads of swamp milkweed and the tiny golden beads at the ends of stalks of prairie dropseed, a fine grass.

He began with Britten's "Lachrymae (Reflections on a Song by Dowland)," an adventurous set of variations that takes a violist through the palette of timbres, from rich to glassy, and a broad spectrum of techniques before suddenly melting into a straightforward reading of Dowland's plaintive "Flow My Tears".