When I was a kid, BMX was everything to me. We rode everywhere. Hitting dirt jumps in the canal, riding across the city just to end up at the skatepark. It was freedom. The night rides were always the best. The streets were quiet and the air felt electric, like the whole world was alive just for us. This work is about those memories. They are not clear anymore though. They feel glitchy and full of static, like an old signal slowly breaking apart. That is what they have become now. Little pieces of the past that still live in my head. A drunk driver broke my back and took away my ability to skateboard and BMX the way I used to. He took away that wild freedom. What is left now are the echoes and the static of those moments still playing in my memory. Man, I really miss nights of being wild and free to ride anywhere with (No Limits.) "Some freedoms only exist in memory now, flickering like a broken signal." AKA Chambo (digtial artwork 2025)