Artist's Initial

All right. Loft gang

It's beneath an artist's dignity

He was hiding in the loft.

I'll take him up to your loft.

Go up and look in the loft.

And only the latter is an artist's responsibility.

He's just exercising The artist's privilege of being difficult.

How'd you know that fella was in the loft?

And you, the tall one, up in the loft.

An open, industrial loft in DTLA gets a cozy makeover

No, I'm afraid I have a scholar's mind, not an artist's.

But there are formalities, the world is not a pigeon loft,

This is more than just an artist's dream, it's now a reality.

It's an artist's rendition, but it flew in a Japanese telescope in 1995.

You know an artist's first response to this is, who counted it? You know?

After all the days I gave him in the loft, he's got no gratitude.

This artist's impression turned into reality when a parachute landed on Titan, Saturn's giant moon.

He was surprised to find the great artist's masterpiece hung on the wall upside down.

I've been a cop on the beat. I've been with the Safe and Loft Squad.

And Mac, tomorrow morning when you shape the men, put Terry up in the loft.

You know where you're going? Back in the hold. No more cushy job in the loft.

In addition to that, it's listed, the artist's name, the location, how long they spent drawing it.

We'll park the farmer and his wife and this yokel in the barn, up in the loft.

What you see is an artist's conception of this facility, which is built in a mountain in Svalbard.

The clip, shared on YouTube, has been viewed more than 45,000 times, and commenters have been quick to laud the make up artist's skills

And then an artist came to them this is a true artist's rendering he wants to build a 55 foot tall lava lamp in the center of town.

By including the 200 letters (or nucleotides, per the artist's sophisticated scientific lexicon), Dewey Hagborg hoped to illustrate how astoundingly similar, at least in biological makeup, we all are.

When Rhodes arrived a decade later, staff were only starting to tackle the archive, which he describes as hundreds of years of aristocrats going 'Oh, stick it in the loft'.

And he said unto her, Give me thy son. And he took him out of her bosom, and carried him up into a loft, where he abode, and laid him upon his own bed.

And he said unto her, Give me thy son. And he took him out of her bosom, and carried him up into a loft, where he abode, and laid him upon his own bed.

And there sat in a window a certain young man named Eutychus, being fallen into a deep sleep and as Paul was long preaching, he sunk down with sleep, and fell down from the third loft, and was taken up dead.

And there sat in a window a certain young man named Eutychus, being fallen into a deep sleep and as Paul was long preaching, he sunk down with sleep, and fell down from the third loft, and was taken up dead.

A good reader has an artist's passion, a willingness to get caught up in the story, but just as importantly, the readers also needs the coolness of judgment of a scientist, which acts to temper and complicate the reader's intuitive reactions to the story.

And to do this, I knew that I had to see the way in which artists work, understand the artist's studio as a laboratory, imagine, then, reinventing the museum as a think tank and looking at the exhibition as the ultimate white paper asking questions, providing the space to look and to think about answers.