The Funny Lady Is Me!

When I walk down a street that isn't my street, I try to look around as if I was a tourist. Even if I know the street, this way I notice new and different details I haven’t noticed before. I suddenly notice a rusted barrier, a peeling wall and damp stains. If you happen to walk down the street and see a woman staring at a broken window it's probably me. I stare and keep the picture in my memory, or even take a photo with my cell phone so I can remember how it looks like. I the n create small miniature houses based on those pictures.

Whenever I come back from a trip or a vacation and start creating, my family laughs that the houses have changed again according to where I traveled.

I especially love old houses. These are homes with souls, history and memories in them. They have seen things, and sometimes I even feel sad that they can't share their stories with me. So when I create the houses, I also create their character and memories.



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.