Altar cotidiano was painted during the time when I had to rest after a knee surgery. That is why daily objects appeared in the work, as I was painting a diary of what I saw and surrounded me. The daily object became somewhat relevant, what used to be unseen showed up before me like a treasure that I didn’t want to let go. Why do we hang on to things? Could it be a way to keep holding on and still be present? Objects that last in time and pass from generation to generation. Every object represents someone who has been present in my life somehow: aunt Celia’s vase, grandma’s bed, grandpa’s whisky bottle.