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We are thickly layered, page lying upon page, behind simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding.
What is a house but a bigger skin, and a neighborhood map but the world's skin ever expanding?
He had layers that he wore like leather. I didn't want to even think about peeling those layers away to find out what was beneath
Surfaces simultaneously reveal and conceal.
It's easy to recognize the surface of beauty. To see it with your two eyes. But the challenge to the artist is conveying the many layers underneath.
the skin like velvet over steel,
A grownup is a child with layers on.
What we were trying to do differently was this sort of layered sound.
With my work, I try to delve into the several layers that compose the edifice of history, to take the shadows cast by this model of uniform development to try and understand what lies behind it.
You can't be deep without a surface
There was something beneath the surface of things.
We have two layers of presence: the universe of doing and the universe of being; the outline and the inside.
They called it the bamboo-shoot existence, the onion life, every layer you peeled away made you cry more, and even if you could find the food you couldn't get it home because dysentery was breeding in the street mud and you might trail it back to your family.
When your thoughts, words, and deeds form a seamless fabric, you streamline your efforts and thus eliminate worry and dread.
Certainly architecture is concerned with much more than just its physical attributes. It is a many-layered thing. Beneath and beyond the strata of function and structure, materials and texture, lie the deepest and most compulsive layers of all.
This story is about people, secrets, and time. About people who, not unlike wrapped parcels, cover themselves with layers and layers until they present themselves to the right ones who can unwrap them and see inside.
The body is the outermost layer of the mind.
The Veil of Consciousness is a thin sheath that
I wear to view the transparency of the life that
Surrounds me.
Make your skin as thick as you are able to, for your career. Keep it as thin as you can tolerate, for your art.
Beauty is only skin Deep
I tend to work in layers. There's a huge orchestra in the film, but I also record a lot things with very intimate groups, and I like to be able to use the textures of those intimate groups.
All the intervening layers slipped away, and I lost myself in the game within the game.
Layer by layer I removed all I thought I was, all I thought I had to be and in the moment I was left standing naked and vulnerable without identities and labels, I remembered, I AM THAT I AM....
Beauty Is More Than Skin Deep
skintight layer of clothing that extends from my feet to my neck that's supposed to help improve my hypertrophic scarring. The Iron Maiden describes hypertrophic scarring as skin that exhibits the three Rs of being red,
The draperies that clothe figures must show that they are inhabited by these figures, enveloping them neatly to show the posture and motion of such figures, and avoiding the confusion of many folds, especially over the prominent parts, so that these may be evident
My civilization is not even skin deep - it does not go deeper than my clothes.
So as I look at transitioning to the communication platforms of the future, I see that the beauty of Internet protocols is you get the separation of the layers between service and technology.
You live on the surface," Lia told me years later. "You sometimes seem profound, but it's only because you piece a lot of surfaces together to create the impression of depth, solidity. That solidity would collapse if you try to stand it up.
Beyond the window was the parking lot and beyond that the desert, and beyond that the sky, mostly void, partially stars. Layered
What covers you discovers you.
I really enjoyed the sort of real crazy, eclectic layering stuff and how it all worked together. I could tell it was some of it was derivative of something. I could tell that certain things were being looped around and I just really enjoyed the way that it all came together.
Clothes dissolving, skin pressing together like the pages of a book, bound by a common spine.
Whether it is photography, assemblage art or filmmaking, my work is to see beneath the surface.
Most biologists, (says Vogel, 1981) seem to have heard of the boundary layer, but they have a fuzzy notion that it is a discrete region, rather than the discrete notion that it is a fuzzy region.
Depth is not something the writer puts into a book; it's something the reader takes out of it.
That's the novelist's job: to peel back the layers and look underneath.
What like see-through tops?
Days, pale slices between nights, they blend, not exactly alike, transparencies so lightly tinted that only stacked all together do they darken to a fatal shade.
You may not divide the seamless coat of learning,
Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, curtain round the vault of heaven.
It's so fun to play a character that has so many layers that people won't even know, until the next season.
Life peels us like an onion and every layer is softer and sweeter.
Like dust brushed from an old painting, as we journey beneath the surface layers of life, another landscape is revealed.
Stone and blocks, like butter and bread.
Fully stripped down, an onion is a pile of scattered layers; it has no center.
It was as if - this something I thought of only later, of course - she was gently peeling back one layer after another that covered a person's heart, a very sensual feeling.
In the case of composite colour, an infinity of systems must be obtained for maxima infinitely slight and with an infinity of interval values separating them - that is to say, the whole thickness of the sensitive layer is occupied in continuous manner by these maxima.
Fragrance is the first layer of dressing, a woman's invisible body suit.
It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither.
This recognition, in real life, of a rhythm of surfaces, lines, and values is for me the essence of photography; composition should be a constant of preoccupation, being a simultaneous coalition - an organic coordination of visual elements.
is it the matter of wrapping or covering?
It's really an interesting problem, trying to earn a living and serve art and serve kids. What I try to create are these visual layers so that readers feel the possibility exists that there might be something in the book they never saw before.
I felt that I was not penetrating to the full depth of my impression, that something more lay behind that mobility, that luminosity, something which they seemed at once to contain and to conceal.
And there in the snow lay the pictures, like jewels bedded in white silk. They were paper-thin sheets of colored transparent isin glass of every size and shape, some round, some square, some damaged, some intact, some as large as church windows, others as small as snuffbox miniatures.
[The artist] is like a pump; he has inside him a great pipe that reaches down into the entrails of things, the deepest layers. He sucks up what was lying there below, dim and unnoticed, and brings it in great jets to the sunlight.
Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea ... and ideas are bulletproof.
The skin of moss / holds the footprints of / star-footed birds.
There's blood beneath every layer of skin.
I let you discover my skin but you found a way under.
Reality, it seems, is not a flat plane, but has as many veils as an onion has skins.
We have deep depth.
Swatches of color to close the wounds. Lines to tie it down. Layers upon layers, until the sound of their voices formed a hum.
What like see-through tops?" Mackenzie Winters
Each sporadic burst of work, each minor success and disappointment, each moment of calm and relaxation, seemed merely a temporary halt on my steady descent through layer after layer of depression, like an elevator stopping for a moment on the way down to the basement.
I love diving into different skins, skins that make me feel deep emotions.
In the last year I have come to understand the traitorous nature of skin. We cannot live without this barrier between our beating hearts and the outside world, yet it is the most fragile of things, as well as the most deceptive.
Everything touches everything.
When I remove the layers that say I can't, I discover a burning ember that says I should, I can, and I will.
I realize how quickly lies compound. They cover like a coat of paint, one on top of the other, until you cannot remember what color you started with.
Although our package of skin and bones looks very convincing, it is a mask, an illusion, disguising our true self, which has no limitations.
Once again, I am translucent. I could break against rocks. I am ten thousand miles down and ten thousand miles across and around and it's too far and too long and too deep, but there is no black-haired body with wide, soft brown eyes looking into mine and seeing exactly who I am.
It's my personal onion theory. See, it's like we've all got layers on layers, going deep inside, to layer ten, that place where we're spiritual and private. But we don't show those deep layers.
mountains of pancakes, eggs, and bacon.
Depth has one address: fidelity in love ...
With you I could have
more than one skin,
a blank interior, a repertoire
of untold stories,
a fresh beginning.
In science there are no 'depths'; there is surface everywhere.
Anything covered is always interesting. There is never nothing beneath something that is covered.
The lowest and most level land areas show us, especially when we dig there to very great depths, nothing but horizontal layers of material more or less varied, which almost all contain innumerable products of the sea.
Don't look for "depth" but instead search for subject aspects which prove the presence of depth.
first cut is the deepest
Nothing more powerfully excites any affection than to conceal some part of its object, by throwing it into a kind of shade, whichat the same time that it shows enough to prepossess us in favour of the object, leaves still some work for the imagination.
The most complicated character I have ever played - she has many, many, many layers that even I'm not fully aware of.
We make our way through Everything like thread passing through fabric, giving shape to images that we ourselves do not know.
There are mountains hidden in mountains. There are mountains hidden in hiddenness. This is complete understanding.
I think that layers in music, whether it's layers juxtaposing emotions and feelings or layers of texture, make for a more interesting product.
Every artist undresses his subject, whether human or still life. It is his business to find essences in surfaces, and what more attractive and challenging surface than the skin around a soul?
coats every surface. The heat builds up and
Like the terrestrial crust of the earth / which is proportionately ten times thinner than an eggshell, the skin of the soul / is a miracle of mutual pressures.
The diversity of things, their individuality, were only an appearance, a veneer. This veneer had melted,
leaving soft, monstrous masses, all in disorder - naked, in a frightful, obscene nakedness. I kept myself from making the slightest movement, but I didn't need to move in order to
When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly.
The best design reveals itself during a long fatiguing process of digging into the subconscious.
In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.
Steel under silk
However, now she was a schoolgirl no longer. She had discovered how to manage her hair, had been to one or two parties and a night club, and laid on lipstick with the idea that each layer was a layer of sophistication.
Strangely transparent, they seemed like windows to a world beyond, but however long I peered into there depths, there was nothing I could see.
Looking back across the years, so many pictures flash on the screen of my memory that just as I begin to see one clearly, another slides in, blotting out the first, itself to be pushed aside by the next and the next and the next.
I didn't know then that the mind, like the earth, has several layers: a crust, a mantle, a boiling core.
The rigid and big belong below. The soft and weak belong above.
Tex shrink-wrapped a dealer's BMW. Wrapped the whole
thing in plastic wrap and then used a portable blow drier on it
to tighten the plastic. Word
has it, it was several layers deep.