Sarit Jacobsohn, born Aug.17, 1972 in Hong Kong, spent her first four years of life traveling Asia
with her mother. Landing in Israel at age four, she grew up in Tele Aviv.
Her grandfather, an artist in Cyprus first introduced her to the world of art. He believed, and
taught her, that art is easy to do. Young Sarit often joined her grandfather at painting to pass the
time. In Israel, Sarit attended art classes at the Museum of Tel Aviv where she loved creating
things. In high school she enjoyed photography, a hobby she keeps to this day.
At age 18, like all Israeli citizens, Sarit was drafted into the military. After learning that
resistance was futile and would result in prison time until she would agree to serve, she joined.
But she did not stay long. Her short time in the military was marked by her desire to leave at all
costs, even if it meant her death. It was in the military that she did her first art installation, in
resistance to serving. When ordered to paint many rooms white, she instead painted them black.
Expressing happiness at disrupting a well oiled war machine. In an effort to escape the army, she
plead insanity, to which the army just laughed. Then one day a panel of psychiatric officers said to
her that she could have an easy job away from any violence. She then cried to them, “but I love the
Palestinians” , to which they replied “oh…that is a problem”. She was then discharged from
service. After leaving the military she found herself wanting to leave Israel. So she traveled to
Europe, where she saw works from the great masters, leaving her greatly disappointed.
Then she found Dali, Escher, Van Gogh, Khalo and others.
She found early German impressionists especially intriguing. Surrealism and the impressionist
movement are perhaps her greatest influences. It is here she saw the world in a new light, and
found it refreshing.
After traveling Europe, she went to America and enrolled at the Art Institute of Boston. A school
she found to be too rooted in commercialism, a trait she found boring. Moving on, she attended the
Museum School of Fine Arts in Boston. Finding the school inviting, she was given the freedom to
begin a journey developing her hand. Her professors allowed her the freedom and support she
needed to evolve into her own unique style of expression. They loved the way she painted not what
she saw, but how she saw it. She was not a student in their eyes, but an artist. Andy McMillian
said of Sarit, ” you are all drawing like technicians, this….is an artist!” while showing her sketch
to the class. While here, she met Steve, a local Boston man whose tutelage played a great role in
her artistic education. It was he who taught her technique. A prolific artist himself, he spent the
hours to prepare her for a lifetime of painting.
After spending time in Boston, Sarit went to London, where she lived in a tiny apartment. She
furthered her studies at Chelsea Collage of Art, where she spent the days drawing whatever
models they presented. Portabello Cafe showed her art, where Nick Cave took several for his
personal collection. Returning to America, she traveled the country many years preforming her
music. Painting a little, and selling them along the way to get from town to town. Today she lives,
settled in Tennessee, painting every day. Her house filled with brightly colored canvases and
spilled paint on floors and walls. On Halloween, the neighborhood children and their parents gasp
in amazement at the explosion of colors emanating from her living room. They stand, eyes lost in
the details one must get really close to see. Drawn close from afar like bees to a garden of
blooming flowers. They always want to see more of the other worldly universe of Sarit Jacobsohn’s
art. Who needs candy anyway.
As we step into her gallery, one should know that many of her works are intended to be viewed
under various lighting conditions. Her use of basic and florescent colors allows the paintings to
change, presenting different perceptions of a single scene. Hidden details reveal themselves as the
ambient light changes in the space displayed. One might say
the changing light reveals other worlds.
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