I was asked by one of my two sons to make his head in clay. This is the result. Not a great likeness, but as I told him: no one has inspired this head but him. Seduced by the beautiful forms of mouth/lips and deepset eyes emerging under my fingers I find myself unwilling to take it further. The pan-like cheek radiating from this face are to me utterly typically of this boy (who is a man, really, only: forever boy in the eyes of his mother).