Pam didn't much like being the center of attention but toughed it out. Jonathan had a mannerism where he looked at his clay, then looked at your face and turned his head a few degrees to "download" it to memory. Like this ...
About half way through Pam's sitting, we reached the top of the hour, a time when the "Light Show on Fremont Street" begins.
Didn't seem to phase artist or his subject. And the final product ...
Pam's nose got smooshed a bit in transit on our way home so you may not see this piece of artwork hanging on a wall in our house anytime soon.