This work comes from the same place of loss that still sits heavy in me. Losing the ability to skateboard after breaking my back changed everything about how I see the world. I used to travel just to find new spots to skate. That was the mission every time I went somewhere new. I was always hunting for the next place to kickflip off, the next five stair to jump, the next rush that made me feel alive. Now when I travel, I still look for spots. I can’t help it. My eyes still scan the streets, the ledges, the stairs, the rails. For a second, I see myself skating them again. Just a quick flash, like a glitch in my mind. I see the line, the speed, the landing. Then it disappears, just as fast as it came. I miss the hunt more than anything. I miss that feeling of rolling up to something new and wondering if I could land it. I miss the rush of standing at the top of a clean five stair, heart pounding, knowing I was about to send it. Those moments used to define me. But those thoughts are starting to fade. The way I used to see pavement, the way I used to read the streets, is changing. What used to feel like opportunity now feels heavy. Sometimes it feels filled with anger. I am angry that I cannot be the person I used to be. I am angry that one person made the choice to drink and drive and destroyed another person’s life because of it. The hardest part is knowing he walked away fine. No damage. No lasting pain. Meanwhile, I am left carrying the weight of his decision every single day. A decision that took away the thing that made me feel most alive. This work is me holding onto those moments before they disappear completely. The last glitches of a life I used to live. "I miss the hunt more than the ride, because the hunt was who I was." AKA Chambo (digital artwork) 2025