We meet, we part, we miss.
Project info

One day afternoon, when I stood by the river Seine, around Notre Drame De Paris, I saw these scenes of birds in which they came, they stayed and they filed away. These scenes repeated again and again. I couldn't help thinking that it was just like ourself's life. People come. People go. And things just move on. Life as short as the falling of snow, we may never have a chance to meet again. In the end, we are all alone, and there remain in our life only memories which also make us are us.
Because I thought these kinds of scenes were poetic with the sentiment very abstract, I determined to make them look like an old oil painting. Besides, I choose 4 scenes to represent 4 moments in our life and used the different color to indicate the emotion of every moment.