I bought Explorers by John Pitre last month and had to send a note of appreciation.
When my parents were still living they collected elephant figurines from around the world— which somehow disappeared after they passed away. When I discovered Pitre’s work I knew I would make a purchase, but when I saw Explorers the decision was clear.
Explorers made me feel like all the elephants they’d collected weren’t stolen, rather they’d been released into the world. Alive and charging toward a new world. I know… magical thinking.
But to find a single painting that fills the void of a hundred missing figurines is magical.
Mr. Pitre might find it interesting to know that shortly after I bought Explorers my daughter got a tattoo of an elephant that runs the length of her forearm. The family tradition continues. All my thanks!