It’s been a few years since I sat to work with clay for the first time and fell in love with it at first sight. Every each piece I make is like a child – I nourish it, I am angry with it and then with a heavy heart I send it out to the world, so that it can give joy to others.
I don’t like forms much. I prefer to cut and carve every piece by hand, sometimes cut my hand and until I cut one of my fingers off, I’ll be cutting cutting and cutting. Before the product reaches the perfection it takes hours and hours of work. Sometimes there is blood pouring, sometimes I spit fire and transform into savage beast. However, most of the time I am like an innocent lamb patiently working. Every piece is an original, as us women are also different from one another.