My Self Communication (The Exchange)

Split across two tactile fields of gold and charcoal, the work stages a quiet drama of exchange: a silhouetted head listens into darkness while a dotted, beadlike current threads outward, transforming hearing into a visible conduit. The repeated ear-forms along the central axis read like echoes or translations—sound becoming memory, then fading—while the torn paper edges insist on fragility, as if communication is always partly unfinished. Gold suggests illumination and value, yet it is held in tension by the absorbing black, proposing that intimacy and understanding are forged precisely at the boundary between revelation and silence.