| WIP: The Colors of Life |
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This is the first stages of a new piece created in tribute to my Kohenet sister Yosefa. I drew this the morning before I left for her funeral. The piece isn’t about grief, it’s about all the color Yosefa brought to the world. The floss on the left side is a gorgeous variegated cotton floss from the Caron Collection. I bought it at the best embroidery shop in the DC area, which is still a haul from my house. When I actually get down there I stock up on all kinds of fun things. But I digress…
I’m planning on continuing with the tambour-stitch style I’ve been working in, but really stepping things up and doing some serious surface embellishment. I feel inspired by the work of Sharon B. and her “Sumptuous Surfaces” class. I haven’t taken it (yet), but I’m already inspired. So I’ll start with the tambour style, but mix it up after that.
Anyone who knew Yosefa would understand this. She was an amazingly colorful, highly textured person. Here’s a tribute with one of my favorite pictures of Yosefa. I don’t know what I’ll do with the final piece. If the Seattle Women’s Tattoo Forum, which she co-founded, has their art show again next year I may see if I can donate it to them.
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[...] I began this piece in December 2009. I drew the basic design the morning I was leaving for the airport to bury my sister-Kohenet Yosefa Rafaela Gypsy-Jill Greenberg-Strouss. This piece, from the beginning, was meant to be a tribute to her life. She was wild and colorful, in every moment. She was also troubled and messy. She was authentically herself in all things, and impacted every person she met. This sounds like something you say about everyone after they die, but at her funeral I learned it was true about her — like no one I had ever met. [...]