“At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives / Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea.” With these verses from T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land, Juan Muñoz returns to his native land, and seventy decades after his birth, when he would have been reaching the twilight of his trajectory, the Dos de Mayo Art Center gives him a tribute that unprecedentedly delves more into his origins than into his well-known human figures. (Another brilliant exhibition in Madrid recently looked into the latter, at Sala Alcalá 31.) Although people are nowhere in sight, the balconies, watchtowers, banisters, and drawings of empty rooms on view through 7 January already hint at many of the themes that would obsess him later: the borderline between reality and representation, the engagement with the spectator, and the suggestive power of language, always nourished by his poetic impulse...[+]