Looking for some writing inspiration one day, I found this document deep in the caves of my hard drive. “Girl Before a Mirror,” inspired by Pablo Picasso’s painting, was the college essay I used for the Common Application. I believe it was also the essay I wrote for Notre Dame. After four years studying English literature and journalism, it’s kind of strange looking back on it now and noticing all the things I would change in structure and content, even though I know it was the absolute best I could do at the time.
In my essay I write, “people change in such small increments that most do not even realize it until they look back years later.” I’m surprised at my 18-year-old perceptiveness — this is something I still believe is true. Throughout college — day by day, month by month — I didn’t realize how much I was changing. Looking back on myself now, I can see that I have.
I know it was me writing the words in “Girl Before a Mirror,” but I also know I’ve grown so much since then, and would say things differently now. Four years later, however, I still like the themes I addressed, and am still affected by the “Girl Before a Mirror” painting. I’m thinking of using some of these ideas as a basis for another essay, except this time analyzing self-image from the perspective of a college graduate. I’ll be sure to post it when it’s done! (Scroll down to read my college essay.)
Girl Before a Mirror
Girl Before a Mirror. Pablo Picasso’s famous painting, depicting a girl in front of a mirror, reaching towards an image that does not look like her at all. Though the mirror can reflect the girl’s physical appearance, it cannot control the way she perceives herself.
This painting is on the cover of my first journal, a blank book I purchased at the Museum of Modern Art while visiting as a nine-year-old. I was drawn to it because of its bright colors and abstract shapes, but understood nothing about the meaning of the cover. Eight years have gone by since I sat in the back seat of the old Dodge minivan, on the ride home from New York City, writing my very first journal entry. Since then, I have completed five journals, and am in the middle of my sixth.
People change in such small increments that most do not even realize it until they look back years later. My journal entries allow me to follow my gradual change. A typical entry in my first two journals discloses that I had eaten an egg omelet and chicken fingers, cleaned my room, and had a play date with Katie. My second and third, written in middle school, detail my quest to be, look, and act like everyone else. I cringe when I notice that even my handwriting changed: I capped my a’s simply because other girls in school were doing it. The more mature tone of writing in my fourth, fifth, and sixth journals, all written in high school, reveal my increase in confidence and individuality. For the first time, specific events in my life yielded to my emotions in importance. More poetry weaved itself into my entries. I abandoned any hesitations, and sometimes went weeks writing solely in a stream-of-consciousness style.
Quite honestly, I had never previously considered recording my daily thoughts until seeing that journal in the MoMA gift shop. However, a painting that was once an eye-catching display of bright colors and abstract shapes now conveys an important message– the experience of continuing my journals, over eight years, has had a significant impact on my perception of myself. Like many other teenagers, and like the young woman in Picasso’s painting, it is difficult to scrutinize myself in a mirror. I may not see the true image. A glass mirror can only portray a person at one moment in time. But my journals are reflections of who I am: over years, through changes. The image of myself they present is not so fleeting — it will not disappear as soon as I walk away.
When I was younger, I used to wonder why painters would labor hours on self portraits, when they could take a photograph in just a moment. Through writing in my journals I have realized that the hours spent creating and defining oneself, are hours spent knowing oneself. After a satisfying read-through at night, I admire my journal covers: two carefully beaded by the hands of an Indian craftswoman, another with velvet binding given to me as a gift, still others selected from the shelves of Barnes and Noble. But the vibrant Girl Before a Mirror, illustrating a young girl’s struggle to see herself, is still my favorite.
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I love your ideas and insight even as a young woman. The simplicity of its form yet the complexity of the analysis has always intrigued me. The commentary on vanity, what we perceive as flaws vs. growth delves deep into our human psyche and sheds a little light onto the dark corners of our minds. Marie Therese Walter, the subject and muse of Picasso, is often painted as youthful and bright, effervescent and full of life yet this painting reveals something new. Something a bit bluer and flawed. And as you may already know, she committed suicide 4 years after the death of Pablo. Its seems as though he’d seen her inner workings and captured them on this canvas. Amazing