The moon is a white cube, a dance hall, a collection of readymades. The moon is an eroded object, a file, a model. The moon is an intuited landscape, a charcoal drawing, an operetta libretto. Houston, here Tranquility Base, Luis Úrculo has landed.
Jesús Alcaide,
Art critic and independent curator.
Jesús Alcaide,
Art critic and independent curator.