Pique Assiette Mosaic Urn

in the press…

A Comedy Writer on Her New Career Making Mosaics
New York Times – October 13, 2010

Sybil Sage
WestVillage Originals – Nov 2012

The Artist

As a comedy writer, it’s a kick to make people laugh. How did I go from that to designing personalized urns and memorial vases? They’re certainly not entertainment, but my approach to them is personal and upbeat.  I hope the light touch is therapeutic.

Perhaps the most unusual urn I have done is one that stands on our dining room hutch and awaits my husband and me. The idea came to me one evening. I ran into the kitchen, where my husband and son were preparing dinner, and blurted out, “Would you prefer we be buried or cremated?” There was a stunned silence before our son, then in his late 20’s, looked up and said, “Uh, any reason you’re asking?”

“I’m working on a pet urn, and it occurred to me that I could do a larger one for us!” Silence. “It will be beautiful.” More silence. “I’ll use pictures of us having fun – at Disney World, on trips, at parties. You’ll remember that we had good time so it will be uplifting,” I said to my son, hoping to persuade him, knowing my husband would go along with his wishes. I added, “I’ll use our own plates to make it look like the dinner table.”

After a few moments, our son said, “Sure.”

There was some initial awkwardness handling what would be my own final resting place, but the urn sits next to an ice bucket and pitcher, and it has desensitized me. Ending up with my husband in our son’s home is better than any other exit strategy I can think of.

I invite you to visit www.sagemosaicart.com to see my other pique assiette mosaic art – vases, picture frames, planters, lamps, kitchen utensil holders, furniture and other useful items.

No mother should ever have to sit and look through ​pictures of urns to find the “perfect urn” for her child. But this was the only thing I would ever really get to do for ​Lucy Lynn, the beautiful baby girl I had given birth to the day before. I ​stared at the computer screen ​for hours searching for the right urn. My eyes hurt, not only from the glaring screen, but ​because of the millions of tears I had cried since the previous day​, when I’d given birth ​and had to say goodbye to my baby. She had been diagnosed with Turner Syndrome during my pregnancy, a chromosomal abnormality​. As much as I longed for my sweet Lucy to be one of the survivors, we weren’t that lucky. She died on March 29, 2012, and was born silent on April 2, 2012.

Finally, hours into my search, I found Sybil, who ​helped me create the “perfect urn” for my baby girl. Shortly before Mother’s Day ​of 2012, my baby girl’s final resting place arrived. And perfect it was. ​Her tiny footprints ​were ​delicately placed on the side under a piece of glass with beautiful purple glass butterflies and handwritten notes by both my husband and me. I knew Sybil put her heart and soul into making it perfect for me. Perfect for Lucy. And for that I will be forever grateful.