Sentence examples for pristine canvas from inspiring English sources

Showing the artist in his studio calmly cutting one of his long signature slashes in a pristine canvas, they give a restrained, dignified start to the extraordinary exhibition of Fontana's work at the Gagosian Gallery in Chelsea.

For example, Kersting's 1812 painting of the painter Friedrich Matthäi in his studio shows a slight, nervous man hunched over a small oil study on his easel; heavier lifting awaits in the form of a wide swath of pristine canvas extending from a roll of the material onto a towering white framelike structure.

Suddenly, as I focus on the pristine canvas, I feel fear rise.

The late painting instructor, famous for his storied, 11-year run as the host of "The Joy of Painting," would have turned 73 years old in 2015, were he the immortal personification of happiness born from a pristine canvas in 1942 with the sole purpose of teaching us mere amateurs how to wield a paintbrush still alive today.

He covered the area with a thick pad encased in pristine, raw canvas; every day the pieces emerged, folded or rolled, from individual canvas carrying cases.

She was arrested and charged with criminal damage after staff intervened at the Collection Lambert museum in Avignon, France but told baffled press she was "just trying to warm up" the pristine white canvas.

It is wonderful to see some of the best of this work float free of the Greenbergian claims for greatness and inevitability, propelled by the fantastic soft power of brilliant color, big scale and judicious amounts of pristine raw canvas -- especially as wielded by Helen Frankenthaler, Morris Louis, Kenneth Noland and Jules Olitski.

Prescription: a pristine balance sheet.

It's a minimalist wonderland of white and more white, as if only a canvas this pristine could do justice to the kitchen's brushstrokes.

The film examines the way that Mapplethorpe conceived of art as an act of introspection how he used his own experiences as his canvas, taking pristine and emotionally penetrating portraits of friends (think: Diane Arbus and Nan Goldin) and documenting his sex life with the same aesthetic.

In reality, the scene is chaotic: after each trip through the grass, the dancers change outfits, showing that as pristine as an artist's canvas can be, the studio is another matter.