can clay figures commit suicide?

to those who received the pictures this week, yes that is a piece of parmesean cheese (from market day in Ventimille, Italy) as big as Ruby's head! today at the "Academy": figure drawing (the local drunk again) and then nearly three hours learning how to sculpt a face (bone structure, building up the form, keeping the clay 'closed', etc). my little head/face was coming along very nicely, nearly done, just attaching the second ear when....i swear to god, he lept out of my hands!....kathump! and it, like jellied toast, landed face down. silence. Max and I in tandem..."fuck, fuck, fuck!" (here was my case in point to young Max who likes to pepper his English with f**k...used sparingly, it has much greater effect) and used to great effect, in French, by Prof. Marc..."mon dieu, suicider!" as my little work of clay fell to the ground.