Sculpture

About 35 years ago, I was in a college with a sculpture program.  The instructor asked me to drop by her class for a demonstration with her students.  I did so and went back again later at her request.  The third visit was alarming when I found it is one thing to see a  photo of yourself and quite another to walk into a room and see a three dimensional sculpture of your head on a table.  I used to keep in on the mantle in the room where our daughters sat with their dates.  Now it sits on a bookcase, and I've promised it to a grandson.  I took this with the portrait mode on my wife's iPhone 7 Plus.