Word: watercolor
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...work of American artist Robert Longo, whose very Viennese subject is the apartment of Sigmund Freud. Due to the extreme light sensitivity of the artworks, there will be no permanent exhibition of the museum's treasures. However, one of its most famous pieces, Dürer's 1502 watercolor Hare, will be shown for the first time in decades in a fall exhibition of that artist's work. Visitors should grab the chance to see the original: in future the only facsimiles to be found will be in the museum shop...
...beautifully detailed cheetah, painted in opaque watercolor and rendered with dark spots and fine wisps of hair, greets visitors at the second-floor gallery of the Arthur M. Sackler Museum...
...themselves. One of the hallmarks of the entire "Promethea" series has been the consistently innovative and fun layouts. One double-page spread has Promethea endlessly looping around a Mobius strip. For this particular arc Williams had a new challenge: imitating wildly divergent mediums, from engraving to wood carving to watercolor with nearly entire issues dedicated to one motif or another. Each cover is also an homage to a different artist both high (Vincent van Gogh) and low (Frank Frazetta). On top of these pencils Mick Gray's expert inks move from dramatically heavy, but never muddy, to delicately ethereal...
...With a traditional ballad you may notice the rhyme scheme or alliteration. Here you marvel at Drooker's skill as an artist. Reminiscent of Masereel's woodcuts, Drooker uses scratchboard, where you carve out the lines rather than draw them in. Over this he adds layers of slate-gray watercolor for tone and depth. Then, amidst this near-monochrome world, at sparingly particular moments, he adds a zap of color: a bird, a butterfly, or blood. It's a transcendent effect. The meter of the poem comes from the layout. Most pages are diptychs, with both sides of the book...
...stop here in the lower school. Light is spilling into the halls, filtered by rainbow watercolor panels. This is the third grade; you can peek into the window. It’s early morning, so the children are standing up, clapping and singing in tinny, wavering voices. In the next hallway, the fourth graders are still saying the morning verse, the ambiguously religious poem that begins the school day. I said it every day for years. “I look into the world,” they intone. “In which the sun is shining / In which...