In this continuous movement, between emergence and disappearance, the sea becomes cyclical memory: it brings fragments back to shore, smooths them, disperses them again. Nothing is ever truly lost; everything returns transformed. So too the stories of the island, Taíno, African, Haitian, Dominican, are not erased, but rewritten in a rhythm that is not linear, but circular. Like the waves, advancing and retreating without ever ceasing, history persists. And in their coming and going, they hold what has been, what is, and what has yet to emerge.
I'll visit
23.03.2026 | by Carlotta Pisano