In the year 1924 my grandparents and part of their family from my father side immigrated to Argentina. Since then, no-one from my family ever visited Lemberg, or Lwow, or Lviv, three different names for one city within Galicia, the historic region of Eastern Europe, which was at the time a Polish City, my grandparents’ home land.

Not much I knew about the area and its idiosyncrasy and not much I asked my grandparents either. Yet, my desire to visit the city grew with time, although I did not know what exactly I wanted to look for or, eventually, to find out.

As of the beginning of 2019 the last member of that branch of my family turned into a sweet and nostalgic memory. And there I was, with no-one else to ask, even if I would very much like to. And there I was, surrounded with cravings for that far away land, a land plenty of unknowns, the land of my roots.

And so it is, that my journey of fascinating discoveries began. And so it is, that as deep as I was diving into the past of my dear ones, as curious I became by the intrigues of a region and an era fulfilled with complexities and gaps.

Beyond being an art project, Dot.to.Dot. became a journey of fascinating discoveries, a trail scattered with melancholy and with hope, with frustration and with satisfaction, with sorrow and with joy.

Dot.to.Dot. has enabled me to walk along the path of my ancestors and, in a way, it feels as if I would be going back home.