If someone looks through rose tinted glasses, they see only the pleasant parts of it. Much like how we remember somebody once they have passed away. The pleasant parts of their lives are the ones we remember vividly.
“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, your there.”
My animation and photography focus on the meaning of objects. How much do our belongings represent us? Do they remain more valuable than the people who once owned them and continue to live on, even though the person is no longer alive?