A fleeting gesture beneath the yellow light.

The Yellow Cross or Temporary Cross
A collection inspired by my personal beliefs in religion and politics.

This was never solely my story, we were a group of strangers from the East,
Caught in a grand, relentless game. We arrived here only after crossing the red lines of a land that had long grown accustomed to drying out its own roots. We left our roots behind—not by choice, but out of fear.
Fear they would wither. Fear we would die of thirst and drought.
Now, far from our origins, we find comfort in nothing more than a vase of fresh water.

Magnolia, crucified.
Hamburg, Autumn 2021.