In 2019, seven years after my grandmother’s passing, I went for the first time to the house
where she was born and spent her childhood. Searching through the rooms, drawers and boxes
I discovered previously unseen pictures of her when she was a young girl in the 40s.
A dancer, a gymnast, a restless girl whom her closed ones called Nette.
Who was she really and what is my connection to her?
Through her death it became clear to me that there were much more things uniting us
than I had ever imagined. I decided to interact with these archival images through my body.