Me painting and singing Emily Dickinson’s poem “The Moon”. The speaker in this poem describes the moon as a beautiful woman so I have painted her as a woman standing an a crescent moon spreading stars across the universe.
The speed painting was made in Rebelle 7 Pro with watercolors and airbrushes.
THE MOON
Poem by Emily Dickinson
THE moon was but a chin of gold
A night or two ago,
And now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below.
Her forehead is of amplest blond;
Her cheek like beryl stone;
Her eye unto the summer dew
The likest I have known.
Her lips of amber never part;
But what must be the smile
Upon her friend she could bestow
Were such her silver will!
And what a privilege to be
But the remotest star!
For certainly her way might pass
Beside your twinkling door.
Her bonnet is the firmament,
The universe her shoe,
The stars the trinkets at her belt,
Her dimities of blue.
