The text is lost in the process of flow – the language dissolving into motion. Only the word “Sound” remains legible, barely – like a whisper slipping through layers of overwritten gestures. Meaning here is ephemeral, not fixed: it flickers, like a memory half-recalled.

This piece began as a dialogue with writing, but as the marks took over, the legibility gave way to rhythm, to abstraction. The process became a kind of erasure, or perhaps a transformation – from the verbal to the visceral.

The title Intercontinental arrived after the work was finished. It wasn't embedded in the creation but now opens up the reading – suggesting distance, transmission, fractured signals across time and space. What remains visible is not a message, but the echo of one. This is communication as trace – both personal and universal.