Chris Underhill Photography

Death was never a thing in my life. No one really close to me had died until my Grandma in middle school. Even then, I had a hard time connecting with the concept of death. Early in the morning, on February 5th 2018, the day after the super bowl, I received a phone call. My brother died in a house fire. I experienced so many emotions I have never felt in my adult life. Luckily, I have surrounded myself positive and supportive people who helped me through this extremely difficult time in my life. I thank all who did whatever they could to keep me above water and put together.

 

As I walked in the house I saw all my belonging either burned or water damaged from firefighters. I took pictures. Art is the only justifiable way for me to heal from such a traumatic event. In the rumble was pops of color. In the ruins were laughs and memories I could explain with all five of my senses. I told myself to see beauty in the destruction. The house morphed into a woman. The woman danced to a song of sadness and disappear until I helped her stand tall with a purpose. Standing for all the sadness this event has put me through, but all the happiness I will encounter in the future.

 

8 East Street North Walpole, New Hampshire, 03609 1999-2018. 

Daniel Joseph Underhill 1999-2018.

 

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