This was the result of a self portrait exercise we did last week at Uni.
We were asked to tear out four pages from a book that had special meaning to our lecturer. We all baulked at doing this! Mine was a story about Mohammed Ali. We then glued the pages to our art paper in any way we chose and proceeded to make a self portrait in charcoal, using a small mirror. I decided to include the studio windows I could see behind me and also a grove of trees.
Afterwards, we were asked to choose a word from one of the pages that reflected how we were feeling on the day. I chose love. It was in capital letters on the page so I couldn't go past it! And what's not to love about making art?