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Feeling an Affinity with Cloistered Nuns

Lots of wonderful European hand work was embroidered by cloistered nuns. Probably , most of those women lost their vision doing  that beautiful work.

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I’m working away on Maya’s tallit.The beading needle has a really teeny eye. The gold beads are miniscule.

Aside from giving me an opportunity to worry about the state of my eyesight, I love how layering the stars, with the paint, the stitching and the beads and sequins creates a layered look to the cosmos that I’m trying to depict on Maya’s tallit.

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The twinkly sequins will catch the eyes of people even in the back of Maya’s synagogue. The fact that the high octane sparkle is sprinkled , rather than paved over the entire surface actually increases  their impact. I have lots more to do.

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I did manage to slice my finger on yet another X-acto knife.   I did  not bleed on Maya’s tallit.

Yesterday, I heard about the death of our friend Peter, a wonderful man who didn’t quite believe in his very real strengths. You can read about him here. http://www.tabletmag.com/life-and-religion/87555/stark-loss/ Barukh Dayan HaEmet, Blessed be the True Judge. It’s just so sad.

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