Filmmaker Statement

A hot dog was one of the first foods I mastered making. From there I became an independent cook. Often I find myself wondering why I am making my son another hot dog when he could easily do it for himself. I want to take care of him but hot dogs are awful. But he loves them and I love him. I'm obsessed with hot dogs. It is my way of showing my unconditional love. I cast it as the parent in my animation and I made it upright and strong, but when life takes over and the hot dog fails it has a soft roll to land in and a roller skate to take care of it. Aren’t hot dogs supposed to last forever? Aren’t we as parents supposed to be there forever? (I lost my mom at age 48 when I was 18 years old. I took care of her while she deteriorated from ALS. It was 3 busy years of high school filled with lots of life and a death. I cringe at the thought of my boys ever having to take care of me. But I didn’t mind a second of it when it was my own mom.)