When I was young, every weekend, my father brought home a Spaghetti Western (which I was not supposed to watch, but I hid behind the couch and watched anyway). At the same time, the era of open-world games was emerging, gifting the players with the great power of exploration. I was one of those players. This illustration is a homage to these two distinct forms of entertainment, which became embedded in my mind.
My goal with this illustration was to give a supernatural feel to a western town. I've made use of a two-point perspective, which converges to the horizon line lying on the lower 1/3 of the picture. The 6 o-clock sun, coming from behind the mountain, cast shadows and brightens the road, contrasting with the dark mine in the foreground, weakly lit by an old oil lamp.
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