The child in me

This is a clay head, painted gold,of me when I was young,by my father. I was around eight years old when he made this and I remember sitting for him while he made it. It was hard as a child to sit still for so long but I think he caught my likeness for the time well.It has survived many moves and years and sits on our fireplace mantel at home. This is another one of his treasured art works!