Today Im going for a mission! A mission that has remained in my mind for quite some time. Today I´m attempting to capture the Sunday´s essence!!!

Its if by far the most peculiar day of the week for me. And I can tell that it envolves a bunch of things that are in the under layers of the conciousness. The sensations are in the surface but the what triggers them are far in the depths of my being.

Let me explain what I mean.

Im a fully grown man, a husband father of two and that alone implies a lot of experiences good AND bad. But not only that I´m a emigrant from Brazil living in Spain for about 17 years. I can no longer say that I´m living abroad. This is my home the home of my kids and where my life unrolls itself. I have before lived in other countries such as the USA and England and those were quite intense experiences. Although I was much younger at that time I did have the intention to call those places home as well. I grew attached to those experiences on a deep level and at that time I saw myself embracing those countries as home.

However, when I talk about sunday I am immediately transported to my childhood days. The depth of these sensations are attached to me no matter how old I get. The distance in years don’t represent distance at all when Im reunited with a Sunday morning atmosphere and how I´m influenced by those days where the sun would penetrate the sliding door window and land on the brown living room carpet to heat my feet while me and my brother would play Atari. When my dad returning from his tennis matches would strike the whole house with a Frank Sinatra´s song while my mother would toast us some garlic-butter buns and coffee. These days would have a sweet sour emotional combination because it was also the days my brother and sister would return to their home with their father and I would face the silent empty house sensation in the absence of two extra kids.

Latter in life would be the day were I would face the despair of a monday school task to which I haven´t prepared throughout the entire weekend. Videogame graphics played an important role in spiking this relevance of sundays to me. Growing up in the 80´s I was very much in love with the games that were around to play and the sound and graphic quality of that era were at the same time limited and profound. Limited for obvious reasons since the scope of technology were at its baby steps and at the same time profound because the lack of graphics and sound would call for imagination and romanticism. In a time where you need to create part of the storyline yourself. Beginning with the cover of the cartridge where the illustrator came up with colours and lines and explosions that were not present in the gameplay.

That shaped my involvement with the world. And later in life made me nostalgic of the colour pattern and materials available back in the day. Sundays were magical and special in every sense of the word.

To this day I feel the sunday vibe resonating within my molecules and I know at the same time my boys are going through the same process, possibly a bit different, possibly not even related to a specific day of the week but rather a Zeitgeist of this time.