“At the bottom of any sea, there lies a desert. One that’s supposed to be walked on, trembled on. The politics surrounding bodies of water trace the outlines of a violent mapping. Following the jug’s form and function (in its’ conventional conception as an object, as well as in its state of thingness) the sea becomes a vast wetland, an ecology, that both fill the void and is at the same time filled by all. Yet the ghosts of the desert still remain, regardless of what state of matter they might be in, their pervasiveness strikes as a horrifying machine.”
Haris Giannouras.