A captivating exploration of Luis Moscoso’s work trough the eyes of his son.

Few artists have captured the essence of freedom and strength as intensely and insistently as Moscoso. Horses represent this achievement; Moscoso has painted horses at almost every stage of his artistic career, and they have remained engraved in the collective subconscious as an indelible mark of the artist's creative universe.

In this fascinating work, the author (Luis Moscoso) narrates the Greek myth that unites Psyche (the soul) with Eros (love).
The work narrates the rescue of Eros to Psyque, at the end of her humanity, plunged into the deepest sleep, (the soul being rescued by love).

To think that colors can move, can touch, can be formats of the human condition, like the reason for the existence of the art that Moscoso cultivates.

I find myself in the studio where Luis Moscoso is painting the buttocks of a reclining woman who seems to be looking right at me. The window slams shut suddenly because of the wind, yet nothing else moves. Everything there appears frozen in time—the wooden, cracked tables are scattered with stains left by brushes long ago.