Artist's fabric

Usage examples of canvas.

He dreamed of sensual canvases shamelessly ablush with pink flesh, peaches, orchid blooms.

They all agreed in the aftertime, that it was a fortunate hour in which Evan rode the unwilling Carmen through the narrow, uninviting main street of Canvas Town.

The black shadow that covers the canvas dissolves, revealing the bright faces, now a little faded: Signoretto, Geraldo, Carlo, Fiammetta, Agata, the beautiful Agata, who seemed then to be destined for a future as a queen.

His coppery skin, high cheekbones, and long black hair bespoke some Amerind blood, though his white shirt and khaki canvas slacks were the latest in corp casual.

With a sound like a giant ripping up a roll of heavy canvas, a continuous stream of bullets tore into the ranks of Ansar as they swarmed forward.

When I landed with my trade-goods, leaving my steering sweep apeak, Otoo left his stroke position and came into the stern-sheets, where a Winchester lay ready to hand under a flap of canvas.

Lady Appleton chuckled as she folded a shift made of finest lawn and tucked it into a small canvas traveling bag.

They were almost ready for the performance, everything in place except the final blessings of the chamberlains and their magists, and Eslingen paused at the center of the backpiece, peering out through the single narrow slit in the stiff canvas.

Gears -engaged with a clatter, bearings began grinding just audibly beneath the music, and the canvas began moving slowly across the stage, feeding from the full spool toward the empty.

At the stand in Yolus, a blowdown that came up in a flash, and left just as suddenly, left the main top canvas in tatters and splintered two of the three center poles.

Feeling the canvas around him and the tubing in his blowhole, he panicked a little.

Caley Bridgeman woke to the smell of canvas and the promise of a warm day.

Half dreaming, she saw a woman in the room in a chair and a man who was painting her, not on to canvas but directly with brushes on to her face, adjusting the colour with tiny dabs at his palette until it flowed on invisibly.

The orders rang out that put the Bucephalas on to a new heading, with all canvas set to take advantage of the westerly wind.

The Bucephalas picked up speed as each extra sail took the wind, Harry, at the wheel, listened carefully to the man casting the log, noting each increase as he added yet more canvas.