I visited Haïti in short period of drought, a time where the lakes and rivers my parents had been telling me about for so long had been traded for deserts and plains. I left Montreal with no specific plan. Geared up with three cameras and a couple of film rolls, I tried to document as much of the trip as I could - as much of the diversity and colorfulness of Haïti as I could.

Electricity that comes and goes, blazing heat and the constant ground noise of merchants looking to sell anything to whomever will be interested. I spent the two weeks cataloging - through notes, photography and videos - what I knew words solely wouldn’t suffice to explain. How drastically different was the culture I was in to mine, but yet felt so familiar. How such a beautiful land could hold so many dark stories.