The Transfiguration of Christ The Transfiguration of Christ.The piece I decided to dedicate this article and ultimately my opinion of depth cues on is the Transfiguration of Christ by Raphael. The piece was done during the Italian Renaissance. The three depth cues I will be discussing in the essay are overlapping, atmospheric perspective and motion parallax.The first cue of the many that I notice that Raphael uses is the method of overlapping. The people looking on as Christ is changed before their eyes are arranged so that the people closest to the viewer are in full view and the people closer to Christ are hidden partially from sight. This gives the pie
I'm Sorry You Feel That WayBaby listen we need to talkI thought about you while taking a walkConstantly you stayed on my mindI swear to God I waste too much timeThinking of you wishing you'd come backTo me not him or her matter of factShe said "I'm sorry you feel like that."Honey wait will you pleaseI'm down here begging on my kneesWhy can't you understandI'm not like the other menHis eyes did not cut much slackHe called me a liar matter of factI said "I'm sorry you feel like that."Darling don't you get itI'm sick and tired of your shitI swear to God I wait no moreNow to you I'm a whoreIn that case I want backMy love, time, shit li
BoidusLet me taste your boidusI want to know how you feel on the insideAnd for you to feel me on the out.Present it bare that's how I know if its real,Are you afraid of my boidus?Don't be it don't biteUnless you want it to and that's alright.I like it rough, I like it gentle,I want to know that what you serve I can handle.Smack it, attack it, rubba dub jacketRoll it, console it, but never control itMine and yours, ours combinedSo sick and greatly divineUpsetting even to the least subsideAnd divide for the boidus beast to come inside.
Slight Tinge in My GutEverytime I see youThere is something inside me thatWants to take you away from it allTake you behind the waterfallBeauty is only skin deepBut you could be more than thatYou could be as deep as the soulOr as shallow as a wading poolHowever luminous your complexionAnd however dark your eyesYou shall remain from the moment with meSo that at least for a slight minute I can have my fantasySleep here or lie there makes no differenceIn the end I know that you will be hereOr there and I can find youIf I look hard enough I might me blind tooSeeing is for the heart not the eyesSpeaking is for the mind not the mouthK