Designer's place

Usage examples of atelier.

It was indeed into the neighborhood of the atelier occupied by Maitland that the discarded lover hastened, but not to the atelier.

Such a visit, at such an hour, with the persons who were in the atelier, seemed to him so dangerous that he ran downstairs immediately.

The atelier of the American painter was furnished with a harmonious sumptuousness which real artists know how to gather around them.

The scattered studies in the atelier first of all displayed the influence of his first master, of solid and simple Bonnat.

Carolus-Duran conducted a special class for women in his Montparnasse atelier on Thursdays.

Though it was Sunday, Julie had gone to her atelier to work on a commissioned portrait she was struggling to complete.

He joined the atelier of Carolus-Duran, one of the few artists who welcomed American students, and he quickly passed the rigorous exams to study drawing at the prestigious Ecole des Beaux Arts.

But the old lady was not happy about turning her parlor into an atelier littered with messy paints, brushes, palettes, and jars of turpentine.

She lived in her atelier now, and though it was far from luxurious, she enjoyed being surrounded by her work and being able to paint whenever she wanted.

Instead of leaving, I ran down the steps from the atelier door, then I slipped off my sandals and walked back up, sitting on the top of the stoop, so that I could listen against the door.

The atelier proved to be a thoroughly charming, if dusty, room with dormer windows cut into either side of a high peaked ceiling.

When the atelier was ready for use, Clarence began to look about for a suitable model.

Shah decided to find a bright miniaturist husband for his beautiful daughter, and toward this end, arranged a competition among the three great young masters of his atelier, all of whom were bachelors.

Shah Tahmasp, who was himself a master miniaturist and spent his youth in his own workshop, closed down his magnificent atelier as his death approached, chased his divinely inspired painters from Tabriz, destroyed the books he had produced and suffered interminable crises of regret.

We recalled the wailing, which could be heard throughout the entire atelier, of the scrawny apprentice who walked toward the door, satchel in hand, having been sent back home because the intensity of the work caused one of his eyes to wander.