By removing advertising imagery and obscuring it behind layers of plexiglass, the artist reduces the advertisement to
a faint whisper of its former self.
Then, as we round a turn, the horizon ahead brightens with
a faint whisper of orange.
Slovic calls affect a «
faint whisper of emotion» that creeps into our decisions.
The doughnuts are ensconced in a thin glaze with
the faint whisper of fresh, herbal basil.
If there is ever even a distant,
faint whisper of shame or embarrassment, we go M.I.A.
Quasars turn out to be prodigious broadcasters of radio emissions, issuing
faint whispers of smooth jazz and shadow traffic from across the inky vastness of Space.
This is especially true for astronomy, where giant telescopes are the essential tools for studying
the faintest whispers of cosmic energy.
with
the faintest whisper of pink, it's perfect for a french manicure.
Come November and
the faint whispers of winters are here.
Not exact matches
These are questions that we ask ourselves, and the only answer that gives itself back to us in the
faintest of whispers is Love, better yet, a person so smitten by a deep and personal love for Christ that he himself becomes the Lover
of Lovers.
i remember reading on twitter a little while back someone mention that we were in talks with a big name player in germany, that the talks were getting under way back then and said it could talk a while to iron out, when i read the tweet (it very much reminded me
of when we signed ozil just a
faint whisper on twitter and then it just happened) real under the radar stuff, this could be it coming to its end game and boom mr x signs on the dotted line.
The rosy tint is
faint, but prominent enough to wear solo, with a
whisper of shimmer that is certainly more subtle than the sparkle - filled balms
of my formative years.
There's something divine about holding a book in your hand; the
faint scent
of ink and paper, the
whisper of a turned page, the weight
of a book clasped to your chest as you imagine the world woven from its words.
Marden's early paintings box the viewer into the moment
of encounter, offering at most a sliver
of spattered canvas along a picture's bottom edge — like a
faint crack
of light beneath a door — as a
whispered invitation to ponder the work's material history and creative context.
Upon reflection, one also feels the
faint echo
of her early years studying in Paris, the
whisper of Picasso and Chagall, the heartbeat
of the Paris
of our dreams, made fresh by contemporary language and a finely honed vision.
Become aware
of each and every sensation, paying close attention to any
faint whispers from your «gut instinct.»