Collage based on the poem:
Beginning
BY JAMES WRIGHT
The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.
The dark wheat listens.
Be still.
Now.
There they are, the moons young, trying
Their wings.
Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow
Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone
Wholly, into the air.
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe
Or move.
I listen.
The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,
And I lean toward mine.
BY JAMES WRIGHT
The moon drops one or two feathers into the field.
The dark wheat listens.
Be still.
Now.
There they are, the moons young, trying
Their wings.
Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow
Of her face, and now she steps into the air, now she is gone
Wholly, into the air.
I stand alone by an elder tree, I do not dare breathe
Or move.
I listen.
The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,
And I lean toward mine.
Using various methods of selections I moved the components onto the starry night sky I had chosen as a background. I changed the color using the hue and saturation sliders, brightness and contrast in order to match the color with the tone of the poem and the rest of the picture. The components include 1. a photo of a night sky, 2. a sketch of a ballet dancer, 3. a photo of a crescent moon, 4. a tree silhouette, 5. a field of wheat, and 6. a photo of myself, which I converted to a silhouette as well.
Collage Components:
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