I reflect on the places I have lived in over the last ten years. Looking through my old photo albums I recognize the rooms are decorated in a similar way or with similar elements.

Somehow, the walls become containers of the personal objects we use to customize and inhabit
these spaces. Since I was young I have a special fixation for the imperfections or traces that we
can find in the houses we live in. The marks of a painting that is no longer there, the remains of
the coat paint from the previous tenant...