Black, red, gold - the colors of the German flag, rearranged as geometric blocks rather than stripes. Red across the top. Two black rectangles below, flanking a central yellow column.

A rusty wire traces a path down the surface, supported by small wood branch segments standing a few inches high. The elevation lifts the wire off the color plane, creating space for light to pass beneath. Shadows fall on red, on yellow - shifting through the day, never fixed.

he colors of my past. Gelsenkirchen, the Ruhr Valley, the place I came from. These will always have a place. The wire wanders across them, suspended, casting shadows the way memory casts itself across what was.