I force myself to talk as I sculpt a 25-pound block of clay into a bust look only at the monitor image, never at the physical image, as I continue to work the porcelain into the likeness of the model in the monitor. I am forcing myself to talk, and can no longer keep talking as I get closer and closer, whittling down the clay, so it actually feels like I am touching her face through the monitor. The increments between 2-D and 3-D slip and slide, back and forth. I had to stop talking to pay attention to the finest details of her face, and, at that point, it was the end of the piece.