Navajo Wheel clay. The red sticks to your hands for days, despite scrubbing, and it's a soft clay, so building, building up, may take patience, but that clay comes out of the kiln so handsome, so deep-toned.
Next step: I make heads for at least two out of three. The largest is meant to be a self-portrait, either literally or figuratively so. "Just shoulders" or "lacking a head" feels appropriate, I must admit. Rough efforts spark rough thoughts, rough drafts.