Seduced by Christian Boltanski’s installations of objects, his lights and shadows, and his exquisite way of bathing the objects, one day I wondered what it would be like to inhabit them and “usurp” the voice of each object. This is how Memory in the Shoes and La manena de los locos came about. Memory in Shoes is a journey through the recesses of memory using objects vulnerable to the passage of time, shoes. A testimony, a confession. A ritual with the objects of beings who have died, some loved and others not so much. A space for objects to shout out what their owners did not dare to say; secrets, frustrations, violence and triumphs. Unlike Christian Boltanski, it is in some ways a narrative work that is not open to the interpretation of the viewer’s personal history. In my case, the meaning is closed. In both cases it is an aesthetic meditation on death.