In Fernando Burjato's works, its edges, burrs, affirm the space outside the painting, demand a reflexivity of the plane, doubting the virtuality of the image, remembering the thingness of the paint. What exceeds is soft, if it hangs, it bends, it has body. There is no possible frame that protects the painting from the world, hiding the edges. On the contrary, at the limit where the story ends, the game begins. Skin ink, fringe ink, border ink, beard, crust, hair, curtain, an exercise of coming and going within language.