I have always been interested in Mexican Altars. I see them as small incredibly beautiful scenarios, where people arrange objects in ways that represent their feelings and wishes for wellbeing and inner freedom . I was not raised with a religion of any kind. My parents were of different origins, my father’s family was Catholic and my mother’s Jewish, both quite religious and my parents shared a desire to move away from dogmas and inflexibility of any institutionalized way of thinking. Never the less I inherited and abstract attraction for religiousness and spirituality that was not from a specific religion or thinking system.
In Mexican altars I often notice a rebellious spirit that acknowledges the authority of the church but at the same time defies it through the arrangement of its objects and images. When I lived in Oaxaca in 2003 I noticed this specially in lateral altars where people felt free to take over and arrange things in a way they considered right. I remember watching persons in church sitting next to “their altar” and talking to “their saint” or just keeping it company.