In 2001, I crossed the Atlantic Ocean for the first time to discover the Caribbean. I exchanged the West for the East. From that moment on, the waves of Uvero Alto's beach and the smiles of the Dominican people have inspired me to record every possible moment until today.
The village of Uvero Alto now exists only in the memories of its inhabitants and the images captured.
‘I don't know where to go’ echoed in the emptiness of the village displaced on 30 March 2007 in the name of tourism. Uvero Alto village disappeared from the map and appeared on the tourist map with its luxurious hotels.
Those shells from the beach of Uvero Alto carry the sounds, the silence, and the memories inside. They carry the stories and traces of a forgotten and dispersed village.
