We learn early how to wear masks. The friend. The saint. The “good girl.” The mother. The fantasy. A new role for every room we enter, a new face for every version of ourselves the world demands. This painting asks: Who are we when the masks come off? May we be friends. May we be mothers. May we be lovers, fighters, soft, furious, holy, complicated. May we be everything — but always consciously, never performatively, never hidden behind a mask that was chosen for us. And may we raise our daughters in a world where they no longer have to disguise themselves to be safe, desired, respected, or loved. The figures in this work are inspired by real luchadoras — women whose masks are more than spectacle. They are armor, identity, survival. This piece is a tribute to their strength: to women who stand fearlessly against the violence surrounding their cities and transform staged combat into real resistance. Because sometimes the mask is not about hiding. Sometimes it is about refusing to d