I recently purchased a painting by John Pitre called, “Michelle.” It’s the illustration of a girl becoming a woman. I was moved to buy the print because I was her.
All women were.
Innocent and painfully aware of a new vulnerability.
The look in her eyes speaks volumes, as does the fact that she’s protecting her wrist for self-comfort.
I sense that she’s afraid of her own appeal, as so many of us were, and are, at that age.
At the risk of sounding rude, I find it fascinating that a man captured the essence of a young woman’s feelings so well.
Kudos to Pitre. This piece helped me rediscover the child within myself. In his work, I can see the brave girl becoming a powerful woman.