So here he is, with his lovely egg-shaped figure. I used inks to age him and glaze to make him shiny.
My daughter found the rusty shamrock years ago. It's the perfect thing for him to hold, and really helped me deal with the question of what to do with his arms.
Because he was formed over an egg, he didn't sit well at all, until I gave him a bit of a bum.
Here's a closeup of his freckly face.