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Sascha Mallon

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Antipodes Reunited
19 x 25 inches
ink and watercolor pencil on paper
Two people who are like day and night love  each other. They break out from all restrictions. Together they are able to fly and are the most beautiful butterfly
About the importance of weaving good nests
22x30 inches/ 56 x 76 cm
ink and watercolor pencil on paper
A child born from a golden eggs draws lines of love onto the ground
The Transfiguration of Sorrow
19 x 25 inches
ink and watercolor pencil on paper
The parents lose their child and the man turns into a wall because he griefs so much. The woman does not stop loving him and after she dies they all reunite. Flowers grow where never ending winter was.
Inversion of a delicate song
19 x 25 inches
ink and watercolor pencil on paper
She safes the birdman, who promised to sing for her every day. He does not keep his promise. The woman is so upset that she turned into a big ocean.


Contamination  of the Indispensable
19 x 25 inches
ink and watercolor pencil on paper
The attempt to poison the good memories fails, as the memory reunite after reaching the surface of the water.
The Collection of disappearing Happiness
19 x 25 inches
ink and watercolor pencil on paper
A man collects the souls of lovers, as he thinks he can gain happiness like this. As the souls of lovers shine the brightest.

I remember her saying:  "Just listen to your heart! " As if that was so easy!  My heart was standing on the other side of the road. Trucks roaring by. people walking by, chatting. Rain falling. Sometimes I understood a word or two, but usually I just saw her frightened face. 
One day, it was a pretty hot day,  the air was dense from all the exhaust. She was wearing a nice light blue summer dress. She was standing on the other side of the road, jelling something over at me, but it was really unclear. It started raining again. Then a car stopped, A cabriolet, a red cabriolet. The guy in the car started talking to her and I saw how she was a little uncertain at first,  but soon they started chatting Of course I could not understand a word of what they were talking, I could see how she started smiling. She was smiling for the first time in a very long time. I saw him smile she smiled back at him. I watched them from the other side of the road. Cars zooming by, people walking by, chatting. Rain falling. He got out of his cabriolet, he took his yellow umbrella and went around the car to protect her from the rain. I remember he was whispering something in her ear
and she burst into laughter. She was so beautiful, when she was happy. I had forgotten how beautiful she could be. She burst into laughter then he opened the car door. She sat down. They were still talking. She was still laughing. She was holding the yellow umbrella. He did not seem to mind
the rain at all. A big bus drove by.  When it had passed the cabriolet was gone and so was she. I was standing there rain running down my cheeks
Cars zooming by, People were walking by,  chatting. Rain falling. People say you can't live without a heart.
It's a lie.

"Where I live, it's not a safe place. They reported earthquakes Richter Magnitude 7, and sometimes 8. This happens quite frequently. Sometimes it happens in the middle of the night. I wake up and all I think is "run". I grab my jacket and my drawing book and run down the stairs, along the road until I arrive at my safe place.

I am not sure what this place is. I discovered it a couple of years ago. There is a bench and a lilac tree. The lilacs never stop blooming, it smells really nice. When I sit down on the bench the earth stops trembling. It's really quiet there. I can only hear some birds. I usually wait a couple of hours there and draw or write a little in my book until the earthquake is over.

This has been going on for a couple of years now. I almost started looking forward to the earthquakes.

Last week I woke up at 2 in the morning. The earth was trembling. I jumped out of the bed, grabbed my jacket and my book and ran out of the door, down the stairs, down the road and at the end of the road instead of my safe place there was just a big black hole in the street.
I stopped and I felt my heart racing, I froze, the earth was still shaking. I started panicking, but i was unable to move. I felt the water in my eyes, I closed them and opened them again hoping that this was all not true, but the safe place did not come back.

I am not sure what triggered my decision, I think sometimes when I panic, I am not able to think clearly. I jumped. I jumped into the hole, maybe to hide.

It was quiet in there and dark. It was wet and I could smell the old earth. I don't know how long I was sitting in there before I tried to get out again. Maybe an hour, maybe a day. I realized what I have done. I tried to escape, but the walls were to high. I shouted in the hope someone would hear me, but the only reaction I got was that sometimes a little lilac blossom fell down. Don't ask me what I ate.

After a while, a long while I realized that there was no escape, I started playing with the wet earth. I rolled the clay, I made a bird, and then another one and then a really big one.
They became my friends. At some point, I am not sure how much time had passed. I was sitting across from the big bird and I thought it blinked at me. I was very surprised and I was wondering if this had happened because I have not been eating much in a couple of weeks now.  I smiled, and the bird smiled back, I came closer and tried to pet it, but the bird moved back. I think it was scared of me...."

The old lady was a little surprised, when the black book fell from the sky with a big thump and she was glad it did not fall on her head. She picked the little black book up, and looked if she could find a name or anything.

Then she  looked up, but was not able to identify where the book was coming from. She opened the book and read the story about the woman and her save spot that disappeared.. She thought the story was a little strange, although there have been a lot of earthquakes around where she lived.



Safeguarding the Essence, 8 x 8 feet, wallpainting and ceramics, stoneclay, 2017

Her soul was dancing
to the music of his kind words on a summer afternoon, when the sky was full of shadows.
A minute later raindrops were chasing her smile.
There was a man walking by, he was made out of sand. She tried to hold on to him, but he fell apart.
"Please hold me tight," she said to him. "I can't " he answered "we are not meant to be in
the same story"
So she was waiting under
the cloud.
She was waiting
for the rain to pass.
"Why do you have to cry so much?" she asked.
"That's just the way I am."
She answered.

When Rocks Cry

Once upon a time there was a bee and a rock. They decided to live together. The bee considered herself to be more special for she was able to fly from flower to flower. The rock was happy he had found her, because with her lightness she made him feel light again. They lived together in harmony for a very long time.
The bee flew from flower to flower, and she always came back. One day the bee got bored with the rock, because she thought he was not as colorful as all the other flowers she had visited and he did not smell as good either. On that day the bee did not come back.
The rock waited and waited until he gave up all his hope. He got really sad and heavy and he started crying. First a little, then more and then much more. His tears formed a little puddle at first, then a stream, then a big river. The river thundered down over all the grass, the flowers. The water raised until even the rock was not to be seen anymore and the river became an ocean.
The bee came back after a very long time. She was tired and wanted to rest somewhere, but the rock was not to be seen anymore. He was under the sea. Time passed and corals grew on him. A fish family settled down and built their home on the rock. He was so happy and he looked so colorful now and they lived happily ever after.

Ode to Winter, porcelain glazed, 2017

Consequences of a broken sky, stoneware glazed, cashmere, 2017

Consequences of a broken sky, 25 3/4 x 40 inches, ink and watercolorpencil on paper, 2017

The next morning was hiding in the dark of the night, because the sun had not come to take him by the hand. In the first night desert wind sang a song that smelled like laughter. After 24 hours of darkness, desert wind started to holler loud, drunk from all the space that she had swallowed.
"Stop running in circles!" she yelled at the sun.

 The Cancellation department was closed today. That's why the universe collapsed and the sky fell down and broke.

A tiger helped a shuddered day out of a long crack in the horizon and hurt himself on the glass.

I was sitting under the lemmontree and tried to get the piece of broken life out of the tigers spine, but I failed.
It was too deep buried in her bones.  After a while a little leaf grew of it, got bigger and bigger  until it turned into a rose bush.



About Forever: For a couple of years now I am working on this sculpture
piece. I am making little boats out of clay. Inside there are people,
animals and plants. They are on the journey from the world of the living
to their after lives. In my work as an hospital artist in residence at
the Oncology of Mount Sinai,  I am confronted every day with the end of
this life. This piece is a meditation on passing away. I started making
imagined beings, but recently it is mostly real beings that passed away
that I portrait. Sometimes I give them attributes that give hints about
their life, or about the way they died. The boats fit in one hands. I
like this size to work with. It is a size that reminds of a toy, as if
life was a game given the temporary illusion of control. The theme of
death is evoking ambivalent feelings of temptation and fear in the same
time. Are we all surrounded by the topic, still do we depersonalize it.
As if we never died.  This is an ongoing project. So far I have made
over 200 boats. I probably will never stop making them. 

On the edge of a memory 40 x 60 inches, ceramics and cashmere , 2016

 
In Secret Places, glazed ceramic and cashmere, wallmounted,  110 x 40 inches, 2016

Relationcups: ceramics with cashmere, 2016/ 17
Sweet and Salty, glazed ceramic, wallmounted,  110 x 50 inches, 2016
In my garden, ceramics glazed, 2017
Pink toy dog reality, glazed ceramic, wallmounted,  25 x 60 inches, 2016

Governors
Island
Art Fair 2015

    Playing Princess, ink and colored pencil on paper, 22 x 30, 2015

    Travelling home, ink and colored pencil on paper, 25 3/4 x 40, 2016

    Flower of the night, ink and colored pencil on paper, 25 3/4 x 40, 2015

    journey, ink and colored pencil on paper, 25 3/4 x 40, 2015

    ...und wenn sie nicht gestorben sind, dann leben sie noch heute, ink and colored pencil on paper, 25 3/4 x 40, 2015

    In my Closet, ink and colored pencil on paper, 25 3/4 x 40, 2015

    Moon man, ink and colored pencil on paper, 22 x 30, 2015

    The opposite of gravity, ink and colored pencil on paper, 22 x 30, 2015

    after, ink and colored pencil on paper, 25 3/4 x 40, 2015

    Carnival - lost, ink and colored pencil on paper, 22 x 30, 2015

    flower of forgetting, ink and colored pencil on paper, 25 3/4 x 40, 2015

    Cold, ink and colored pencil on paper, 22 x 30, 2015

    Falling and Flying, ink and colored pencil on paper, 22 x 30, 2015

    Saving the last bunny, ink and colored pencil on paper, 25 3/4 x 40, 2015

    Kirschen essen, ink and colored pencil on paper, 22 x 60, 2015

    Governors Island Art Fair 2012