The poem that was an inspiration for my painting talked about language, and knowing when (an) ancient language dies is when the sun turns black. When I first read the poem I automatically thought of color. I think I did a good job of translating the poem into a painting without any images. The colors that I thought of were the colors of a sunset. I had a picture in my phone that I took from my vacation this past January of the Costa Rican sunset. The colors of the sunset were the inspiration for my colors, I did a lot of layering of colors to get the colors that I wanted. In my study I originally had one corner that was fully painted black, and the splatters of black coming out from it. In my painting, I wanted to add black to my piece in a subtle way. I think that my painting is successful because it shows the feeling of chaos and sadness that the poem is talking about.