Being confined involves the idea of ​​a "boundary" that is embodied in the walls of the space we inhabit. But in that space behind closed doors, windows are being opened which invite us to escape and look beyond, because as Pessoa reminds us, "I am the size of what I see, and not the size of my height." The windows bring us the first morning sun and the promise of a good day; they move us into the urban hustle and bustle, if we can't become "flâneurs", we become "voyeurs", because every window has something "indiscrete", whether you look inside or outside, where you can see one of the Hopper women leaning on a pink viso or camisole.

A window to breathe and to see the world, with delight or melancholy but from the certainty of knowing us, in spite of everything, in a safe place to leave, as the one who does not want to, that the world sees us...