Layers of a Woman

Layers. My face is not just my face. My body not just flesh. It’s layers of history. Layers of anger. All hidden under the properness of feminine calm and softness.Layers. I love to draw women i love and admire. These women are my friends. Layers of women, layers of emotions we don’t show the world, layers of generations of women and traditions we keep and honor inside of ourselves. Layers of ourselves we only share with other women.