From Saturday to Sunday, at night, I wanted to draw something festive. However, instead, my thoughts began to revolve around women. I visited my mother, who lives in eastern Poland. It's a symbolic place for me, full of stories of various women I knew or heard about. Strong, powerful women, even though they often didn't want to but had to. I'm standing in the pharmacy... I'm the only woman in line because the rest are gentlemen of various ages who perhaps went out as the women took care of organizing the holidays? Maybe. I think about powerful women. Women of different ages. Single mothers. Twenty years ago, it was quite a scandal, especially in a small town. I think about the neighbor woman who left her alcoholic husband. I recall stories of older women, war, Russians. None of them mention rapes of sisters or mothers... they only talk about fear. As a 37-year-old, today I feel a kind of fear in these memories. When I run, I run with pepper spray. My thoughts turn to the runner Kathrine Switzer. I show the drawing to my friend, inspired by this runner. My friend says she no longer wants to run. And I think to myself that we still have to, and probably our daughters too. #drawing #illustration #womenart #kathrinswitzer