OObicere, inkjet print, 20,5 x 14,5 cm, 2019
The poet Paul Celan (1920-1970) said once something between the lines of no one will cheer our dust through words. What can be said here leaves much to be said in the face of logocentrism and it is easy to say a lot and make the curve of the detour larger with it. Here we see a piece of clay thrown against a long line of Roman epigraphs. How did it get there and what’s the point?

Several cosmogonical myths come from the clay, from the Aboriginal legends of the origin of man to the Greek myth of the birth of painting, drawing, and sculpture through the first potter named Butades of Sicyon. Butades, an old craftsman, used the clay from the silhouette of her daughter’s lover’s shadow in one of her encounters. The potter, thus more affirmed, presented (made ‘present’) the absence to the daughter, thus corresponding to her exasperated request of immortalizing the lover who left for the war. It is said that this statue ended up in the Sanctuary of Delphi.