On Sunday 21st of September 2025, I walked through the streets of Riba-roja d’Ebre, barefoot – sweeping as I reached the old washhouse. The stone was cool, the air carried echoes, and I felt the weight of countless women’s hands and voices that once filled this place. With charcoal and water, I began to draw intuitively and then write in Catalan on the walls. Words, fragments, forms — they appeared, dissolved, and reappeared. Each gesture became part of a cycle: writing, erasing, rewriting.