The heartbeat is indicated in a soft but insistent pattern of falling thirds, in which, Mozart wrote proudly to his father, "you see the trembling, the faltering".
Hence, perhaps, the animal prints prowling over the collection, first as a faint impression on the back of a white jacket, then as a more insistent pattern.
It is generated by unexpected perspectives, bright colors and insistent patterns -- floors, rugs, wallpaper, tabletops, upholstery and clothing that are variously grained, checked or striped to the hilt.
Many are of pensive young men, often set in environments of insistent patterning -- stripes on wallpaper, bedsheets and neckties -- that flattens and destabilizes pictorial space.
Many are of pensive young men, often set in environments of insistent patterning -- stripes on wallpaper, bedsheets and neckties -- that flattens and destablizes pictorial space.
This arresting piece, performed with flair by the Ensemble Signal, conducted by Brad Lubman, illustrates the dark story with insistent patterns in the lower strings, frantic chords and cacophonous outbursts, with frenzied pizzicatos evoking a harp.
The score, played with commitment by the All Stars (Felix Fan, cellist; Robert Black, bassist; Vicky Chow, pianist; David Cossin, percussionist; Vasko Dukovski, clarinetist; and Mark Stewart, electric guitarist), featured low piano notes that rang out like bells and clarinet and guitar motifs that echoed over the insistent patterns of the lower strings.
This eclectic vocabulary, while adroitly handled, never quite conveyed the full horror of the subject; an excess of insistent ostinato patterns caused the mind to wander.
Mr. Waller's "Allegoria Della Primavera," inspired by Botticelli's painting of that name, opened with insistent Minimalist patterns dispatched in swift, frolicsome sequence.
These frescoes, marked with a pervasive concern for elegant linear forms and insistent, stylized patterning of landscape features, are consistent with the late Gothic tradition that was still predominant at the beginning of the 15th century in Florentine studios.
The delicate introduction gave way to a more insistent two-chord pattern, and Mr. Banhart's voice got louder and plainer in the refrain, an unusual lyric of desire: "Oh, Michigan, Michigan state, how I'd love to live in you".
