She is a masterpiece, untarnished as yet by societal pressure to present herself for our pleasure. Her youthful beauty is something I have long admired, because I am a product of my environment. She represents the unvarnished loveliness that lies underneath the facade.
Our view is obstructed. We cannot make out the detail of her features. Obfuscated, the unadorned woman is hidden. Lit and posed like an old-master oil painting. Paint mimics the cosmetics of daily ritual. Young women are under such pressure to master the art of painting on themselves, to alter their face. Their identity is newly formed, to present an alternative self that is more pleasing to the world. This new face might hide insecurity and pain, and is a barrier to real connection and self worth. Here. a blue contour echoes the slash of a knife. Blue can be a symbol of depression, and of the depths of the human psyche.