Whenever I find myself in an exceptionally beautiful environment, I can't help asking myself - what lies beneath? I'm fascinated by the idea of a perfect surface concealing a rotten core.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I have always wanted to know what's going on under the surface.
Consider a tree for a moment. As beautiful as trees are to look at, we don't see what goes on underground - as they grow roots. Trees must develop deep roots in order to grow strong and produce their beauty. But we don't see the roots. We just see and enjoy the beauty. In much the same way, what goes on inside of us is like the roots of a tree.
I get drawn in when I feel there is something deep and mysterious going on beneath the surface of something.
Underneath our nice, friendly facades there is great unease. If I were to scratch below the surface of anyone I would find fear, pain, and anxiety running amok. We all have ways to cover them up. We overeat, over-drink, overwork; we watch too much television.
All a work of art can do is present the surface. I can't know the insides of people. I know very little about the inside of myself.
What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.
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?
There are no hidden depths to me.
It's a good thing that beauty is only skin deep, or I'd be rotten to the core.
I've lived so deep under masks, my interior was built to satisfy me alone - I have lived almost 60 years alone, mentally, and quite content to have it so.
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