I don't know much about art, but when I come across someone whose work really speaks to me, I tend to get excited. Lately it's Rene Magritte who's been exciting me and... well, y'know. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery - and a great way to learn.
One of the things I've learned about Magritte is that his mother died when he was young. She drowned herself, and he was there when they pulled her body from the river. She'd been wearing only a nightgown. As her body was recovered, the water pushed it up over her head. And that's how Magritte saw her - face covered, body exposed. And that... not surprisingly... influenced his work.
One of my favourite pieces of his is The Rape, in which a woman's breasts, navel and vagina take the place of her eyes, nose and mouth. Another of my faves of his (I don't know its name) is a woman with a mirror... not unlike my photo here... but reflected in her mirror is her naked body... from the back.
So this is kind of a combination of those two ideas.
It's been brewing for a long time. Feels good to get it out.