Holyoke is a memory of the sounds of bells, construction in search of inhabitants and vigilant churches of the days. The great constructions become relics, the relics are painted and their change flirts with art. The arrival of the artists, their process in the construction of a painting are kept in a trunk in memory to review and learn. Holyoke showed me the face of the Caribbean in lands of opportunity. I saw fish flying in the city and an imposing sun in definition lines, the clouds sprayed water from the Caribbean Sea and for a moment there it felt here and here it felt there.