My name is Edna. For 20 years I worked as as a social worker in man prison and that was the center of my life. I saw the human soul at its beauty, its weakness, wisdom, ugliness. Variety of shapes and shades of the human faces burned into my soul and mixed with the internal materials of my past and early memories. During a period of personal crisis, I happened to be in my son's sculpture class. From the moment my hands met clay, a special love story began. Creating in clay leads me to inner peace, and unspeakable happiness and joy.
It always starts with an image, thought or a feeling. My hands touches clay and start building a generic form which slowly became a figure or several figures attached together. This time I was thinking of the magic I have in my life. The way I moved from seeing the empty half of the water in the glass to seeing the other (full) half. Without actually planning, this good witch came to life, rising from the clay. Usually I am so into sculpting/carving/painting that I keep forgetting to take pictures. But this time, I had a visitor in my studio while I was working (painting) so I can show you some of the process. Would appreciate your comments!