I draw a series of pictures for my grandma and made a thin book.
My grandma told me a lot of stories about the world when I was a kid. Those stories built a fantasy in my mind, which is still inspiring me to explore the world. My grandma passed away when I was young, however I never thought she left me. Actually, I meet with her once or twice a year in my dreams where we just share some daily stuff. I treasure those nights when I met my grandma.
Stars disappear in the day time but they don not really leave. They are just blocked by the daylight. So in my mind the separation between my grandma and me is not true. There is something connecting we deeply in the night, I believe.