After years of mutual bickering and shirty jibes, I view my mother Syb and I as being very different. I am like my Dad, I think to myself. But at a ripe old age Syb dies and I come to the very shocking realisation that …
I am my mother.
So with this learning project of stop-motion animation, I decide I need to learn the lip-sync thing… which means trying claymation. And so I make this head which seems to be “Me”. Er… younger. Because I am quite old.
And I decide to tell a story about what happened when I wore my new hat. Yes… that’s it. The Hat.