Bronze is the mirror of form, wine of the heart.
Tom's great yellow bronze mask all draped upon an iron framework. An inhibited, nerve-drawn; dropped face - as if hung on a scaffold of heavy private brooding; and thought.
My favorite look would be a fresh, dewy face with a bronze, sun-kissed glow. It looks so tropical and reminds me of a place that feels like true home.
Stone Age. Bronze Age. Iron Age. We define entire epics of humanity by the technology they use.
You can keep the things of bronze and stone and give me one man to remember me just once a year.
I see no reason why I should tickle stones or waste time on polishing bronze.
When two people are at one in their inmost hearts, they shatter even the strength of iron or bronze.
I have a bronze statue of myself, naked. I have these really big curls and water comes out of every curl. It's hot.
I have erected amonument more lasting than bronze.
As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.
I'm also interested in creating a lasting legacy for collectors because bronze will last for thousands of years so I'm not really selling the art to this particular collector but it is being passed on.
The basic material of photographs is not intrinsically beautiful. It's not like ivory or tapestry or bronze or oil on canvas. You're not supposed to look at the thing, you're supposed to look through it. It's a window.
Out of the closets and into the museums, libraries, architectural monuments, concert halls, bookstores, recording studios and film studios of the world. Everything belongs to the inspired and dedicated thief…. Words, colors, light, sounds, stone, wood, bronze belong to the living artist. They belong to anyone who can use them. Loot the Louvre! A bas l’originalité, the sterile and assertive ego that imprisons us as it creates. Vive le vol-pure, shameless, total. We are not responsible. Steal anything in sight.
My dad was dean of fine arts at the university. I was casting bronzes in the school foundry. I was using the university as a playground.
In the fifties I had dreams about touching a naked woman and she would turn to bronze or the dream about hot dogs chasing donuts through the Lincoln Tunnel.
I would be happy with an Olympic bronze. What I don't have is an Olympic medal.
My view is that climate changes have happened in the last 80 years, that is, the world has got a little bit warmer, although not as warm as it has been in Medieval times, or the Bronze Age.
Nothing is so foolish, they say, as for a man to stand for office and woo the crowd to win its vote, buy its support with presents, court the applause of all those fools and feel self-satisfied when they cry their approval, and then in his hour of triumph to be carried round like an effigy for the public to stare at, and end up cast in bronze to stand in the market place.
A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes over, a wind dies down, a broken mast can be replaced, a leak can be stopped, a fire extinguished, but what will become of this enormous brute of bronze?
Ordinary men died, men of iron were taken prisoner: I only brought back with me men of bronze.
The monument of a great man is not of granite or marble or bronze. It consists of his goodness, his deeds, his love and his compassion.
I might have preferred iron - but bronze will do. It won't rust. This time I hope, the head will stay on.
Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.
Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.
When the long, varnished buds of beech Point out beyond their reach, And tanned by summer suns Leaves of bright bryony turn bronze, And gossamer floats bright and wet From trees that are their own sunset, Spring, summer, autumn I come here, And what is there to fear? And yet I never lose the feeling That someone else behind is stealing Or else in front has disappeared; Though nothing I have seen or heard, Makes me still walk beneath these boughs With cautious step as in a haunted house.
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