In the process of understanding my own journey as a woman/individual/photographer/artist I’ve started to question the impact migration, displacement and mobility had on my family and how this has been carried throughout our lives. For a couple of years, I’ve been longing to return home, but I don’t mean home as a physical place, I mean it as a feeling to reconnect to my ancestral past and memory. In this search, I began to look for archive photos of family members who I never met, like this photo of my grandpa who passed away when my dad was 5 years old. My family tells me he was a musician, he traveled around playing the double bass for a san juanito band that originated in his hometown. I wish I had met him.