Still lifes traditionally carry soft traces of passing time: the drooping flower, the petal that has fallen, the blemish, the worm’s slow mark—gentle signs that splendour fades and nothing is spared the quiet work of time. Yet Motta’s scenes seem untouched by such decline. His fruits hold their boldness, their heat, their wildness, as if the season lingers and the sun refuses to set. Here, jackfruit, guava, custard apple, pine cone, pitanga, star fruit, and avocado sit together in the scene, their rough skins, soft flesh, and shifting colours carefully displayed, each offering a hint of its taste, scent, and texture, presented as a lasting, ever-present reality that seems to resist fading.