Tuesday, June 29, 2010


three bottles from the skin series

Sometimes the making of art is about changing your mind and trusting your instincts. At least that's how I am feeling today. As I started to work further on the "skin" series the original idea of making a statement about looks morphed into making a statement about captured fragments of time, memories and age. I also believe these bottles would make a good donation for auction at the uac Alzheimer's Benefit on July 2.

You can see a few more pieces on flickr.

Friday, June 25, 2010


Our next uac event on First Friday July 2nd at Willo North Gallery is special to me, not only because my friend Robrt Pela will be the guest speaker, reading a series of personal stories about caring for his mother, who is living with Alzheimer’s disease, but because I know his mom. I only got to know Mary Pela about a year ago, when Robrt asked me if I could cut her hair (something I always say "I used to do in a past life.")

Over the years I have met lots of people's moms this way, and I always feel honored that they would ask me into their homes, because I really like old people. They have rich histories and tell wonderful stories.

On our first encounter Mary was very concerned that I would cut her hair too short. She asked several times how much I was taking off, and I reassured her several times, "just a trim." I knew she had forgotten that she asked me just a few minutes ago. When I had finished, she seemed stressed. It was a long time for her to have to sit and wonder what I was doing. Her hands moved delicately to her face as she rested for a moment, her long, slender fingers over her eyes. I felt upset that I was the source of her uncomfortableness. But when I was leaving she was so kind, she stood up and shook my hand and said it was so nice to meet me (something she tells me each time we see each other) and smiled. She made me smile too.

I hope people come to the Alzheimer's Benefit so they can learn more through Robrt's eyes about the person Mary Pela is.

Monday, June 21, 2010


I went to the service for my friend Margaret's mother, Katie. She died on June 10th. I did not know her well, as she had developed Alzheimer's and had it when I met her. Bill, Margaret's husband, made the introductory welcome and shared what he felt about Katie. I enjoyed listening to him because it seemed so real and so touching. He talked about how she was so warm and hospitable, about what a great cook she was and how she really enjoyed his appetite for her cooking. I am happy to have some of her old pots and dish towels that Margaret generously shared with me.

I don't deal with death well. I am not a good speaker, and don't really know how to get out what I feel inside, especially the pain and sorrow that I am experiencing for my friends or relatives. The best way for me to say what I feel is to express it in art. This is a collage that I am giving to Margaret. I hope she likes it. The stamps belonged to my dad, they were part of the things he gave me as he lay dying a few years ago. They come from Germany, the place where Katie was born. But I too have an odd kinship to Germany as that is where I was conceived, while my mother went to visit my dad, drafted into military service during the Korean Conflict, stationed in Germany.

These are some of the other items that I used in the piece. An old German book with beautiful pages and text, some of which include a character named Margaretha. The artwork of Jean Etienne Liotard is featured in one of the stamps, but I just thought it embodied Katie and all that was said about her. Some melted crayon and wax to add the transparent thinness I associate with death and then the meadow lark, a southwestern bird, that would symbolize the last place Katie lived. I'm so sorry, Margaret.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010


DIVE IN DINER, linoleum block print and rubber stamp on reeves bfk paper by Patricia and Jacob Sahertian

The deadline is approaching on the Great Art House Print Exchange 3. This is the first one we are participating in though and Jake and I thought it would be fun to do this as a collaboration. The theme is "It'll be fun, I swear." We tried to think about what someone might want to persuade you to do that would be so dreadful they would have to swear to its being fun. Since I am not a big outdoors fan and Jake and I rarely swim, we imagined diving into a body of water, only to find a great surprise. See more pictures on flickr.

The exhibit will be held on July 16th at the Brooklyn Art Library. One of the most exciting aspects of this project though is that we will be receiving, in exchange, 15 prints from other artists who are also participating. We can't wait to see what comes in.


I have this crazy fear of glass shards. It is an event if a glass breaks in our kitchen as I hysterically take out the vacuum, after making sure everyone has shoes on, and go over the area at least 10 times. Ok, I am compulsive.

That makes one of the perils of being an artist the framing of your artwork... as this involves glass. I recently ordered frames at a great discount and custom made, no complaints there, but they did come with glass. Out of the 25 odd frames I ordered about three or four had glass chips in the corners and one was actually broken.

Todd came over this morning as I was framing my Body of Evidence series. It was not pretty, as I worried about dropping shards every time I opened a new frame. He suggested using the box they came in to catch the falling pieces. Brilliant.

But I did vacuum the area again after he left.


Lilia Menconi, of Phoenix New Times, wrote a great follow up piece of the uac debut show on the blog at Jackalope Ranch.

Lilia particularly mentions the creative and intriguing work of Shari Bombeck "Visitors can expect to see small collages filled with nostalgic imagery -- like cuttings from sewing patterns, receipts, and fortune cookie fortunes."

the strap, linoleum block print on handmade paper, Jacob Sahertian

I am particularly happy about her comments on my husband's work as I think he is exceptionally talented. "Another notable series by Jacob Sahertian showed off visceral, sharp-edged block prints with simple subject matter. The crudely rendered figures are reminiscent of German Expressionist woodblock prints and are downright confrontational."

Menconi also mentions the amazingly fine detail of Todd's watercolors on antique playing cards "...the three foot-long string of medallion-like tiny portraits, rendered in a meticulous drawing style by Todd Daniel, will keep eyes busy for hours."

It was great to see all the featured artists names: JA Jure, Jill Lawrence, Shari Bombeck, Jacob Sahertian, Patricia Sahertian (that's me), Todd Daniel and Kristin Shears, in the article and links to their blogs or websites.

We are very proud of the show at Willo North Gallery, happy at the turnout and thankful that it was well received.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

EIRE 1845

potatoes were the sustenance of the Irish

With all the hustle getting the uac show together I almost missed a deadline. Projet d'art postal is a mail art project for 2010: its purpose is to illustrate a period of the history of your country or your region. The exhibition will take place in the Forum of Chauny from June 11 – June 19, Ecole Primaire, Caillouel-Crepigny (a small village in the north-east), France.

the blood of those that came before

Being a first generation American, it is often difficult to associate my identity with that of the United States, therefore the postcard depicts my blood connection (via the red wax) to my grandparent's country of origin and my father's nationality. The Great Hunger of the mid nineteenth century had a tremendous impact on the country and people of Eire. Using an image of a family whose child died of hunger, a cut-out line from the Catholic's St. Joseph's Sunday Missal and the ancient Ogham script which reads "An Gorta Mor" this postcard represents part of my story.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


Urban Artists Collective debut on Friday night. We're hanging the show, coordinating art, making signs. A lot of work gets put into an exhibition. An abundance of thanks to my fellow artists who pitched in and helped. See you at the gallery.