“The World Rolls into Light; It Is Daybreak Everywhere” is an ongoing body of work about my intense and occasionally debilitating fear of death. “The World Rolls into Light; It Is Daybreak Everywhere” is an ongoing body of work about my intense and occasionally debilitating fear of death. 

In the Summer of 2015, I sat in an armored vehicle while multiple rockets landed in our camp at Al-Taqaddum Air Base, Iraq. The nearest rocket to me impacted close enough to rain rocks and debris on top of the vehicle: roughly ten to fifteen meters away. In the Summer of 2016, I was one hour into a three hour drive home from Twentynine Palms Marine Corps base  when an oncoming car struck the center guardrail, sending large chunks of wood straight through my windshield and into my car, narrowly missing my head. The safest place to stop and collect myself was the overpass just in front of me. Besides a few cuts and small bits of glass embedded in my hands, I was physically unharmed. I drove the rest of the way in silence with my head cocked to my left shoulder, avoiding the wind from the large hole directly in font of me. 

Early 2024 I began to have panic attacks induced by the thought of dying and would often play out fictitious, yet specific scenes in my head that would result in my death. More often than not, the scenarios involve vehicles and being out on the road. These images are an all encompassing representation of my struggle with the fragility of life and my own mortality.

“The World Rolls into Light; It Is Daybreak Everywhere” is an ongoing body of work about my intense and occasionally debilitating fear of death. “The World Rolls into Light; It Is Daybreak Everywhere” is an ongoing body of work about my intense and occasionally debilitating fear of death. 

In the Summer of 2015, I sat in an armored vehicle while multiple rockets landed in our camp at Al-Taqaddum Air Base, Iraq. The nearest rocket to me impacted close enough to rain rocks and debris on top of the vehicle: roughly ten to fifteen meters away. In the Summer of 2016, I was one hour into a three hour drive home from Twentynine Palms Marine Corps base  when an oncoming car struck the center guardrail, sending large chunks of wood straight through my windshield and into my car, narrowly missing my head. The safest place to stop and collect myself was the overpass just in front of me. Besides a few cuts and small bits of glass embedded in my hands, I was physically unharmed. I drove the rest of the way in silence with my head cocked to my left shoulder, avoiding the wind from the large hole directly in font of me. 

Early 2024 I began to have panic attacks induced by the thought of dying and would often play out fictitious, yet specific scenes in my head that would result in my death. More often than not, the scenarios involve vehicles and being out on the road. These images are an all encompassing representation of my struggle with the fragility of life and my own mortality.