• I kept walking past this picture.

    Wishing, just hoping it could say hello.

    My grandfather passed away years ago. He was extraordinary.

     

    Sometimes the weight of what he accomplished and legacy he left behind is alot to process. I would visit my parents and walk past this photo every time I returned to my room. In my head I'd say hello. Or whisper that I wish he could have met my son. Or just to let him know he was loved. But still, every day I walked past him this static image of a towering man that just ... stood silent.

     

    At the time I was working remotely on a new project, developing a brand identity for an AI avatar that would guide our customers through their business transformation. There were dozens of dynamic, CGI models to pick from - each living on the screen and carrying a conversation like old friends might. I kept marveling at how amazing this was, but also thinking what a waste of tech on such a trivial goal.

     

    Later each night I'd cozy up with my kids and watch Harry Potter with their cousins. We've seen those films a million times. And in each one a student's talking to a painting, or Harry's looking at a photo of his parents moving and smiling back at him. And it doesn't seem odd or macabre. It feels like magic.

     

    It struck me as I walked past my grandfather that night that there's got to be a better way to carry on the memories we have of those we love and miss the most.

     

    I knew I could combine the advances of AI today with the memories we frame on our walls to create a new kind of experience some might treasure.

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    People process emotion differently. Sometimes we don't want to be fixed. We just want to be understood. We just want to know that we're loved. And sometimes the person we want to hear it from is no longer there to provide that support.

     

    I wanted to change that. I know my grandfather is no longer with us. My parents do too. But when I'm not there roaming the halls and my mom walks past that photo of her dad, I want his face to light up and his voice to call from the photo and reassure her that she can still confide in him, and that most of all, she's loved.

     

    This became the first Evermore.