scribbling on my playground...

my magic cloth has become a kind of playground. when i get tired of playing in one area, i move on to another. trying to reveal the inner layers of things, the essence. peeling away the layers, one at a time.

invisible to the naked eye but there just the same

a hidden web and some scribbling with the magic thread

a split personality or the beauty within???

just the beginning of embellishment. more soon.