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Drag the images around the screen below and order them into a compelling composition. After, please take and submit a screenshot of your result or a close up of your result. Feel free to alter your screenshot in any way before submitting. Please submit your final composition here. 

A Catalouged Analysis of Collaboration Over a Distance and Forced Physicality in Digital Media.

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The tree wasn’t entirely in the middle, rather she’d decided to move it slightly to the left of the frame. Still in the middle, yes, but an entirely important distinction to make in attention to the tree’s own right to where it existed now, in this very moment, in the space which she had created. Good, she thought, good that it has found its place there. She brushed off her frustration with the simplicity of her marks and turned away from the painting for a moment, reflecting instead on the lurid movement of the purple petals bending in unison with that consistent breeze wandering up from the crashing waves below, falling in a remarkably unordered crescendo of might. Lily, pulling herself away from the rising blue, was reminded to touch up that foggy triangle of purple juxtaposing the stretch of green which she had placed in order to convey the meaning for a tree. She had decided that she was not going to be interested in truth, but rather follow after the outline and impression of truthful things. She was interested in the scent of a fragile violin which plays in accordance with the waves and light reflecting off the top of a crashing tower of white froth onto a hollowed out darkened beach, glittering with the impact of the wetness it has just forcefully received. Like the wing of a beetle, which flits itself back and forth over the vast green of the lawn of the house she was painting, Lily imagined herself as an observer, only capable of capturing the quick impression of that which moves past her, yet in her perilous flight, understanding what she was depicting as that for which it actually was, not for how it was perceived. She would paint her bright lines, and smudge her figures, for what else was she to do? What other purpose might she serve? What else was she to do besides paint for the way in which she saw, because this was how she was seeing it, whether or not the others ever did as well. In that, she felt defiant.  Shocked out of her thought by a sudden movement to the right of the lawn, as Mrs. Ramsay finally floated back to James on the porch, resuming the position which Lily had asked her to hold while she finished her painting, a picture of elegant compromise and power, purple and triangular in relation to her son's unwavering love, Lily wondered again, what her purpose was then, if not to do exactly that which she was doing. Picking up her brush once more, and sighing into the light breeze from the beach below, she resumed moving the tree just slightly to the left. 

There is something compelling about a layered composition, covering up parts of other parts of things to create new meaning in the old thing, as if less is more by adding more to make less. This act feels intensly physical but can be carried out in a digital space. 

Through connecting and disconnecting images and parts to take and abstract meaning, the composition becomes altered and therefore the meaning changes. A connection which is forged through the moving of a mouse and the pad of a finger shifting. A digital transition is made on the screen as rendered by someone previously. Is this process not collaborative?