Exteriors win awards; interiors win hearts. 

The theft of depth leaves us bereft. 

A patriarchal covering includes a kind of smothering. 

Coatings chip; coverings rip; veneerings lose their once fast grip.

A surface is temporary; a core — it’s eternally and massively ephemeral. 

We live and die on surfaces, created by internal forces. 

Civilization is the polishing of surfaces, created by wildernesses.

Control —  it’s the deft management of slippery surfaces.

A gorgeous exterior; a laborious process. 

Beauty, like painting is one of the surface arts; character, like architecture requires some seriously ugly excavations and resolutely plain foundations. 

Comments are closed.