This image is courtesy of the old ArtMagick site. Degas loved to paint ballerinas and this, in my opinion, is among his best.
When I was young, I dreamed of being a ballerina and that dream lingered all the way into my late twenties, manifesting in my imagining myself on the stage whenever I saw a ballet. Our small town was able to afford a combination tap/ballet teacher for only a couple of years when I was in grammar school. I loved both and still remember some of the tap steps. I also loved the feeling at the end of that first year when I was allowed on my toes in the ballet slippers. I was a swan. I was transformed. She left at the end of that year, but the moment remains.