My Work is the moment (TODAY) a document for the steps of my days, motivated by the memories of my childhood my childhood in Naranjo Dulce- a rural area of San Francisco de Macorís, Dominican Republic. A stoned and dusty street was upholstered by the flowers of poppy, the women picking coffee, the pulper that on the second level had a carpet of red, green, yellow, orange colors. The butcher Ruperto and Ciega killing pigs on weekends was as if being in a bazaar. Everything was under the Saman tree, where you were also at the meat butcher shop, sausages that were hanging at the blue warehouse. Here the locals came to buy their goods and do business, the gamers went to hide by the river, the puddle of Mama Fefa, the fishermen, the one-legged Lalo on his white horse selling his lottery tickets and Virginio’s boogie man. Be careful that the bell flowers come out, the perfume of the Ylan Ylan flower, my mother's closet where I discovered my identity in her mirror, wigs, necklaces, colors hung in the fabrics and embroidery. Stories that were made of my ancestors coming from the Basque country, the use of colors, textures, textiles, hanging meats, flowers, green, yellow, Fears, Desires, Dreams, is my Work.