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Now that I have finished  the twins tallitot, as attested by this finished corner piece, it is now time to get back to Yoni’s tallit.

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Yoni’s tallit is a little complicated. It is expressing several ideas from his haftarah.

 

There are striped representing rocks. I already completed those.

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Now I needed to make two leafy stripes. First I dampened the silk. Then I began laying down layers of color.  I let this first pass of color dry over night.SAM_3807

I ironed the painted leaves to set the color and then set down more color.

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It’s getting there, but clearly it isn’t quite enough.

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Yoni wanted a dark forest green.  I needed to add more color.

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I also realized that the strips would be vastly improved if I floated a layer of lighter color between the leaves.

 

I used the now colored water from this painting effort to paint the background. Every once in a while I would add a bit more paint to the water.

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As I filled in the background with the light green I heard the voice of my mean Kindergarten teacher in my head. Miss Kendall was full of very strict advice as we drew or painted.

 

I remember her scolding me for using the water from my “dirty water” while I was water coloring.

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While I do hear the voice of Miss Kendall scolding me in my head. I also know that every bit of art advice she gave me was wrong. So while I hear her voice, I no longer listen to her.

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