This page is a place for our entire community to share our love for Itzél and memorialize her here so that we may honor her always.
Thank you for all of the treasures you made for us and the world!
Itzél, my sister,
we did not get nearly enough time together. You were so much more than friend and family. You were an irreplaceable piece of our community's heart. You taught us so much about love, empathy, and your many gifts, but there was still so much we were looking forward to learning from you. Your beaming smile and infectious laugh will never leave my thoughts. And your selfless gifts and unconditional love will always live on through your family and PerfectlyFlawed, an organization you helped bring to life to make a difference in the lives of many.
You were an angel long before you left us.
I love you Itzél, and I look forward to the day we get to sit in the clouds together and laugh once more. You made my life so much better for having you in it.
~Jayme
Super Blue Moon for Itzél
~ 8/31/23 ~ Love, Betsy ~
Remembering Itzél
I knew Itzél for just less than a year. I met her while working at PFP with Jayme and others of the PFP family.
We would meet on zoom about three times a week. While we talked, Itzél’s fingers were always creating. Her talent was unlike any I had ever witnessed; it flowed from an unrestricted well. She dressed herself unlike anyone I had ever seen before. I would “pin” her zoom window because she was a delight to behold and fascinating to observe as she wove her artistry in front of my awe-filled eyes. Itzél’s fingers seemed to fly on their own; remarkably, they never impeded the flow of ideas, wisdom, and compassion she brought to our meetings. She was uniquely gifted; she could execute her creativity in the physical, mental and spiritual realms simultaneously. She could weave unrelated objects into masterpieces of beauty. I found there to be no artistry beyond the scope of her talents.
I believe Itzél’s talents arose from her spiritual connection to the Divine. A radiant being, artfully sporting the rainbow of colors on her person. Most crafted by her own hands from her limitlessly creative mind. The epitome of eclectic. Itzél was the manifestation of talent without bounds.
But she was so much more than all that. Itzél was a kind, loving, generous, wise and beautiful being. An old soul with a true heart. She was a continuous source of Love expressed.
I am blessed to have known her. I knew Itzél for just less than a year. I will remember her with a joyful heart always…
~Betsy
“Felt Heart”
(for Itzel)
A piece of square fabric.
A rectangle spun on a faraway factory loom or press.
There are those who like rectangles,
neat city squares, cubes of buildings
with panes of unbroken glass, row after row,
pane after pane.
There are those who prefer conformity of shape,
making-sense, as they do, with straight lines.
No deviation, no mess:
the rational grid of boulevards
lined with skyscrapers and their unblinking panes of glass.
Row after row.
Pane after pane.
In this world of creative destruction,
What can I do?
What can I do in this world of matter?
Is this world matter? Does it?
What promise is there is this simple commodity, this craft-store square?
... But it is soft in my hands,
Sensuous, and gentle.
It’s a field of possibility, a tissue of imagination,
open, free, bleeding bright with color.
I enter its velvet texture on a keel of scissors.
I am a vessel of creation, sailing in.
A sensuous curve draws my hand,
yielding to my craft,
sacrificing herself for the sake of art.
I have felt. I cut deep.
I cut wide, sweep far, swing out, until
around the bend, my hand by intuition returns to the center.
Am I still not content? A restless urge
draws me across the crimson sea again,
carries me away, maybe too far.
Unless... I understand!
This is the mirror side, the other side
that returns me to the beginning...
or the end...
or the home
of a heart.
See? It’s a heart, a felt one,
a heart made of feeling.
A single heart; my own.
a heart of hearts,
a queen of hearts,
a queen that hurts,
a heart that feels.
A full hurt heart.
I am done.
But there are two hearts now,
the empty heart in the fabric square,
an empty space, a heart of air
a heart that [is and] isn’t there.
But in your hand now, I’ve left the other;
I’ve left my heart, my art... for you.
Hold it in your hand and feel what I felt.
Hold it in your hand and feel.
Hold my heart in your hand and heal.
Scott Campbell
September, 2023
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