I want to swim in your ocean

This terracotta pot emerges from a typewriter drawing, formed by repeatedly typing a single sentence: “I want to swim in your ocean.”
The phrase is struck again and again, layered until language begins to dissolve. Meaning softens, letters collide, and the words gradually fall silent.

Through repetition, what was once spoken becomes still life. The act of typing turns rhythmic, almost meditative, creating glitches, misalignments, and dense fields of text where intention slips and form takes over. What was fleeting becomes physical.

These drawn remnants have been translated into clay and inlaid into the terracotta using a medieval process. The surface holds both time and labour — the immediacy of the typewritten mark alongside the slowness of ceramic making. Language is no longer read but held, embedded, and preserved.

The pot becomes a vessel not only for space, but for memory, repetition, and the quiet after words have been used up.

This in one of an ongoing project off 5 pots wacth this space:)