"She stares at
me so that she makes me feel queer."
The bizarre reply came in response to a query by a teenage schoolgirl who asked the Parliamentarian a rather naive question that if someone continuously stares at
a girl when she steps out of her house then what she should do.
He stares at
it in bed right up until the moment he goes to sleep and we have sex less as a result.
Guy actually showed me his hamster-staring video, in which he stares at
a hamster until it falls over."
The longer one stares at
these sculptures, the more their seeming craft and construction begins, crucially, subtly, to acknowledge itself and fall apart.
Whenever the three of us hang out together, he stares at
An employee who stares at
a coworker may violate bans on gender-based harassment in the workplace, California's First District Court of Appeal has ruled.
Each fragment of Venous Flow was a jewel that simultaneously evoked absence and presence: the image of a woman's face as she recounts her lover's death; a pregnant dancer under the moving clouds of a blue sky; an old man's fruitless attempts to play a toy piano that is continually pulled away from him; a woman who stares at
the audience to say boldly, "Humpty Dumpty had a great fall." In re-emerging movements, like recurring dreams, great falls and physical vulnerability were the key sources for Li's choreography.
He stares and stares at
the vacant shell which stares back at him, meaningless as a literal fact.
In one scene featuring a woman who stares at
the ground as she stands waiting for her stop, Kennedy poignantly captures an urban self-preservation strategy well known to anyone who has ever used mass transit.
7 Maureen Gallace (303 Gallery, New York) Uneasy, luxurious stares at
the actual--mysterious little buildings on beaches that are both tough geometric form and self-portrait manque--as it is transformed by memory.
In a companion piece, Armenia, 1990, a cerebral, white-robed beauty stares at
us with timeless, petulant ennui.
But the girl (her face made up of two halves of a single photograph separated by a visible, disorienting gap) stares at
us with a Naumanesque grimace, her fingers holding her lips away from her gums in an X-ray of a smile.
Pointing to various transistors, she instructs, "This looks like a sit-teay, like a little model of sit-teay"; Bag, done up as a Bjork clone in front of her own disembowled television, stares at
Bjork in stupid awe, which quickly becomes disbelief.