Grandmother got rid of more and more things as she got older. Slowly throwing out that which was memorable to the rest of us. Keepsakes we didnt have a chance to keep just for the sake of it.
In a raging sweep of madness, in 1400s Florence, Italy, a man gathered all his books, and the books, art, and cosmetics of others, dragged them into the square, and burned them to ashes. This was the first of what we now call a bonfire of the vanities.
As grandmother got older, she found it necessary to rid herself of the world that had attached itself to her.
It was all vain anyway.
Better to rid oneself of memories if you know they will only haunt you, especially the good ones. You can never have them again, except in that empty and insatiable shell, that lemon of memory: Attractive to see, bitter to taste.
Throughout art history, artists attempt to depict the futility of life, the vanity of our daily activity. These representations are called Vanitas, because they depict humanity's preoccupation with materials in a fleeting world.
All is vain.
This is some artwork behind the scenes of TheFCStartMovie.com, partially inspired by The Vanitas. The story is not just a war story, a Ukrainian story, animation, or soccer story. I make this film for it's themes.
The game of life is one we all play. We know how the game ends. The field is empty before we arrive, and empty when we leave. It’s easy to fall into a sense of fatalism in the face of such a reality, but perhaps this futility is conquered if we rise and bring meaning to that field...
For the brief moment we play.
The Journey Continues