In a room of the Matarazzo Industries, whose roof fell down and whose ground is covered with rubble and moss, Paulo Pasta encrusted a colored window. A great monochrome rectangle, perfectly homogeneous, standing out from the textures created by time. Instead of a fresco, that would function organically, following the local decay, a clear resistance to the elapsing time effects, to the loss of things. A struggle with the ruined building, a painting that emerges from the effort of making color become real in those excoriated and obscure surfaces. A statement of light when the setting of darkness seems impending.