They are catharsis of the profound and unconscious, placing the body, and its compositional relationship with the other elements and with the architecture, at the epicentre of the volcano. Because Gustavo Fernandes' painting burns from the inside, touches eroticism even without skin, screams even if the painted lips are closed, is visceral and behavioural, and exists on our hidden horizon. Although of immediate hyper-realistic cataloguing, it deserves more from us than the pure and superficial gaze.