Experts say by age three hippocampus, part of the brain that stores memories, matures to permanently record experiences. Coincidentally, that’s when I learned about death. This provoked a series of panic/anxiety attacks that would continue through adulthood. At fourteen, I discovered a cure: alcohol! I self medicated for years before understanding the cause of my psychological malady: my fear of dying. I began this theatrical series of self-portraits to deconstruct the physical and psychosomatic agony I endure and utilize digital practices that place me in absurd realms manifested directly from the streams of irrational hallucinations that ensue successively with outbreaks.
