I chose clay, because it is a mysterious matter. Mystery defines it. My work respects this mystery of the prima materia. I add chemical compounds to it, thus changing its hardness and translucence. I burn it into fire and transform it into another materia that won’t decay. Clay is almost identical to earth, being a little bit dissimilar. In this small difference lies the surplus.
Millions of years are needed for rocks to soften into clay. Whereas clay is the product of millennia, organic matter decays in a few years. Which part of me will someday become clay? After my eyes, my tongue and my mouth have long turned to earth, my bones will still be hard.