The 'Afterlife' is a theme I have been exploring for a few years. Initially, it was derived from works I started to produce in 2019. Sometimes I find it hard to explain why I am drawn to this concept, and I’ve noticed myself continually evolving my relationship with this theme as time progresses, events occur, and changes happen in my life and the lives of others around me.

I am alive, so in theory, I do not know what a real Afterlife is. How can I define something I have never experienced? But I do know the feeling of ego death, and how excruciating it is to realize things about yourself that require attentive change. I want change when something is not feeling right. I don't want things to change when something is feeling right. I don't want to change things that bring me happiness. Change is a product of unrest. So when I change core parts of myself, I’ve gone through some form of pain. I suddenly have to let go of what I once had - someone, something, an idea, an ideology, the 'truth'.

What I thought I knew is not working, so I ask myself, what am I missing? I need to end something to find something new. Uncertainty is terrifying. But in this darkness, this 'death', I ultimately search for a new chance at my future life, a 'rebirth'. I wonder how many times each human notices their ‘rebirth’ in their lifetime? I wonder if each time it gets easier? Or will I be more stuck in my ways as I age? The 'deaths' that cause more pain create more impact, and the 'rebirths' feel more secure. The world feels expansive each time I open my eyes to a new world, and the things I realize can no longer be unseen.

Though the future is unpredictable, a ‘rebirth’ is finite. Rebirth is not a recycle. Rebirth is not a season. Rebirth is evolution. As personal as this journey may feel, the more we share stories, the more I realize that everyone goes through a similar experience. The more we share the truth, the less I feel unique. The details of memories fade over time, but the general feeling, the basic universal emotions, lay dormant in my core.

I get so fixated on asking 'who am I?', but I'm also everyone. At the end of my Rebirths and at my ultimate Afterlife, all I want is a ceremony of love. Love for who 'I' was, a conceptual physical manifestation of basic humanity. A skeletal diagram that outlines emotions brought on by experience. A cliché of mankind.