Neon Skies I still think about those nights more than I probably should. Rolling through the city on my skateboard, everything lit up in neon, the streets feeling alive in a way that’s hard to explain unless you’ve lived it. It wasn’t just riding. It was freedom. It was electricity running through my body. Every push, every turn, every empty street felt like it belonged to me. At night, the city changed. The noise faded, the lights took over, and somehow it all felt bigger. The neon would wrap around everything, soak into the pavement, bounce off the buildings, and hit me in a way that made me feel completely alive. Like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Then it was gone. A drunk driver hit me like I was nothing. Like I was just something in the road he needed to get past. One second I was moving, the next I was down. It felt like hitting a rock and getting thrown off the board, except this time I couldn’t just get back up and keep going. That part of me stayed on the ground. The surgeries fixed what they could, but they didn’t give me back what I lost. I can’t move the same,I can’t ride the same. I can’t be that version of me anymore. And that’s the part that stays with me the most. Now the neon feels different. It’s still out there, still glowing, still filling up the city the same way it always did. But for me, it’s fading. Not because it’s gone, but because I can’t reach it the way I used to. So I made this work to hold onto it. To keep those nights alive in some way. To keep that feeling from disappearing completely. Because even if I can’t ride through it anymore, I’m not ready to let the neon skies go. “I lost the ride, but the neon never stopped glowing inside me.” AKA Chambo (Digital Artwork)- made in 2025