"Echt" the German word for "authentic, real", "O" a connector, a circle, geometric, anatomical, oceanic, the infinite nature of time itself. And "Pyaar" the Urdu word for "love," absorbed and poured before the nuances of language and migration settled...the beginning of a spiral.
Together they become something that didn't exist before, a word, an utterance, made-up and conjured, like all names are, with the intent that its sound — whether internal or out loud — calls something forward. A desire to create with our hands that pulls us toward each other, and toward ourselves.
Together they become something that didn't exist before, a word, an utterance, made-up and conjured, like all names are, with the intent that its sound — whether internal or out loud — calls something forward. A desire to create with our hands that pulls us toward each other, and toward ourselves.