Vertical cross-section of my brain:
The playground of my painted brain is padded with billowing fabric and crash absorbent poly-fill. When I slip through my prickly, painted branches, I relax and trust the fall to my homemade safety net. I rest on whimsical patterns of flowers and ridiculousness while staring up at acrylic thorns. Which of those branches are actually descending talons, I can't be sure, but the quilted seams have now mingled with my veins, and I am safely camouflaged.
..........when struggling with photo uploads, sometimes we must resort to the metaphorical illustration.