My project entitled "Dead Butterflies" deals with the concept of loss. Through a personal experience, I try to visualize my feelings and thoughts after my father's death. On May 1, 2014, my life would undergo an unexpected and unexpected change. My father's death started a new chapter in my life and triggered a multitude of emotions and thoughts as well as insecurities that accompany me to this day.

So losing my father, I lost a part of myself that I do not think I will find again. The images incorporated in this book are a way of releasing all these thoughts and feelings I have had for the last 7 years. Each photo has its own story and all together make Christos today.

The story takes place in a room with me and my father as the main protagonists. As I got older I often heard people around me say that my hair is the same as my father's, and especially my back and head and more specifically my hair. This way, I showed my father in the photos. Wearing his clothes and, almost always, photographing me, with my back to the camera. I put myself wearing a red ribbon on my head covering my eyes. Red as a color usually symbolizes the most intense emotions, for example love, affection, anger, explosiveness. In short, it symbolizes some of my feelings for my father's death. The covered eyes signify my refusal to accept his death and my transfer to a world of my own, where only I can meet him.

The title of my work is directly related to the first image. The first image stands out from the rest as it is the only one in which the figure of my father does not exist. Nevertheless, it manifests itself in a different way. In ancient Greece, butterflies were called "souls", as they were believed to be the souls of the dead. So the butterflies that appear in the first photo are my father's soul.

The bed plays an important role in the story, as he slept in that bed for a long time when he had to be left alone, after the chemotherapy he underwent. The white color symbolizes mourning out there and the white sheet laid on the bed. Also, other objects used in the photos have their own meaning and symbolism. For example, the guitar that was my father's gift, the ladder in the photo "If I get high enough" which symbolizes the ladder to the sky and the piece of wood and the bag in the photo "The Burden" which symbolizes the weight of family obligations that I had to undertake. In addition to the photo "The noose" the hanging of myself symbolizes my abrupt adulthood as when I lost my father I was still at the age of 15 years.