These are the works of my mother, Elizabeth Ayers (1930-2006). The delicacy and depth of texture that Elizabeth shared through her drawings was indeed a glimpse of her own inner intricacy. While many of her works appeared dark, complex and inscrutable, they are surely her attempt to share those parts of herself that few others have the courage to express.

For those souls who have never connected with her personally, perhaps they will find something of themselves in her work. Just perhaps, there is a little of Elizabeth in all of us.

These are the works of my mother, Elizabeth Ayers (1930-2006). The delicacy and depth of texture that Elizabeth shared through her drawings was indeed a glimpse of her own inner intricacy. While many of her works appeared dark, complex and inscrutable, they are surely her attempt to share those parts of herself that few others have the courage to express.

For those souls who have never connected with her personally, perhaps they will find something of themselves in her work. Just perhaps, there is a little of Elizabeth in all of us.