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And a splendid time was had by all…

Yesterday the twins and their parents came by to tie the tzitzit on their tallitot.  Unfortunately, the twins grandmother was snowed in and could not join us.

When we had met earlier it was pretty clear that the twins’ mother was worried that the tallitot would look like some sort of a camp craft project, far too wild and wooly for her taste.

 

One of the things I really do pride my self on as an artist is hearing what my clients want and incorporating the needs of the client into the final piece.  I have noticed that lots of figurative painters make every portrait look  something like the artist rather than like the client. One of my long time clients once quipped that each of my pieces is a portrait of the client. I take that as a big, big compliment.

 

So here are the two tallitot.

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Here are some details:

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I set the girls up side by side to tie the tzitzit. like most kids who have gone to camp the knots were familiar to them, albeit with a different name…

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Like anything, else beginning the task was a little tricky. But after a few checks and corrections the work of tying tzitzit  went more easily.

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As the girls began to tie the tzitzit they and their parents noticed ways small and large that I had heard them during our initial meeting.

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When both sets of tzitzit were tied on one side of the tallit I had each twin teach one of her parents how to do the knotting and tying.

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I love seeing families working together.

I then had the girls don their tallitot with all of the verses that surround the ritual.

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  1. Lisa LareeFebruary 16, 2015 at 4:35 PM

    The devotion...on all counts...that you put into your work is inspiring. The tallitot are beautiful. The girls look very happy.

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  2. Sarah JacobsFebruary 16, 2015 at 8:25 PM

    Thank you so much.... I loved working in this restrained way.the next batch of tallitot are very different than these two.

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 17, 2015 at 12:10 PM

    These are so elegant. I LOVE the one with letters. But I also really like how the two work as a pair...like the twins...but individual.
    Sandy

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  4. Roxanne February 20, 2015 at 10:55 AM

    You are a true artist Sarah. Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful creations with us viewers.

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  5. Sarah JacobsFebruary 20, 2015 at 4:48 PM

    Thanks Roxanne -

    The creating art bit is my goal,in a really small nut-shell. the slightly larger nut-shell version of that statement is that I try to create ritual art that deepens the religious experience of ritual.

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