“You have layers. So do I. This is one of mine.”
The Story
We all carry layers.
Some are still waiting to be discovered.
Some are too brutal to touch, so we do not.
And some… feel like home.
Soft. Warm. Filled with love.
But not all layers are kind.
Mine?
Most of them carry sorrow.
There is a part of me I do not show.
A version that aches in silence.
A version that smiles only when I imagine the life, I could’ve lived with the person I love.
That version brings me peace.
Even if it’s just in my head.
Sometimes I catch myself smiling at things that never even happened.
But they feel more real than the life I am living.
Because the truth is
I am alone right now.
Not in a tragic way.
But in a necessary way.
I am getting stronger.
And this… this is one of those layers.
Not the loud one.
Not the romantic one.
But the quiet, aching one.
The one I rarely show
But cannot ignore it anymore.
Why It Exists
I made this piece not to impress,
But to express.
To remind you
That you are not shallow just because you are soft.
You are not weak because you have not healed everything yet.
We all carry stories under our skin.
Maybe yours are filled with joy.
Maybe they are messy.
Maybe, like mine, they shift between grief and hope like a storm you have learned to walk through. You do not have to explain your layers to everyone.
But I hope this piece makes you pause
And ask yourself:
What am I made of?
Artist’s Note
This render is not a mask.
It is a mirror.
When I created it, I was not okay.
I was not broken either.
I was just… unfolding.
And if you see something in it
If it feels like a version of you, too
Then maybe that is the most honest art I can offer.
One layer at a time.
