Clay Woman

I made a clay woman, lying on her back, looking washed out and weak. She’s either had multiple orgasms or she’s overdosed; I can’t quite tell if it’s agony or ecstasy. She’s not quite finished, so I have put her under a damp dishcloth to finish tonight. I am having a tricky time making both her breasts the same size. I feel a bit like God (or a plastic surgeon).