Monday and Saturday to me are the two most borings days in the week (although Sunday these years is fighting to replace Saturday) But I like the name of Monday. In every European language it’s the day of the Moon, so in Italian it’s Lunedi, from the word for moon: “Luna” (it sounds quite nice) or lundi in French. When Spaniards came to our country they made a word in Quechua for Monday, so its equivalent is Killa P’unchay (Killa – Moon and P’unchay – day)
I remember in the beginning I wanted to draw moons so big to save the silhouettes of people inside it, as seen in movies; so in the reality it was a bit disappointing see it so small. Then I didn’t know about telephoto lenses and their tricks. Now instead I prefer to render it naturally and not isolated, but playing with mountains, buildings and trees. A solitary moon besides the power of a lens doesn’t say much.
A satellite travelling, sleeping with dreams of white castles, perhaps with kings bidding their time in marble sarcophagus to come back to the Earth, ignoring that they have no place in a world of elections.