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Sascha Mallon

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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. 

Behind words:

My drawings and ceramics are very personal and metaphoric with a focus on love, longing, reflections on body and passion. Source of my inspiration are daydreams mixed with reality, which I transform into visual fairy tales. My work expands on my interest in life, the end of life and transitions.The narratives I create are filled with strong memories and feelings;  I depict many of the peculiar dramas of human relationships. Even mundane and trivial things make their way into the composition when they happen to catch my attention. Michele Jaslow writes about my work: "Mallon's work of fierce dream worlds serve to ground us in realities of pain and pleasure. It's an experience that allows the viewer a chance to enter worlds that accompany lyrical stories. The work is full of iconography that has one foot in our world and the other foot in a world of fairy-tale creation. The delicate drawing technique belies the strength and determination of the characters. The characters run head-on into the windy elements. They are reborn from their sheltered lives and find ways, both in reality and in their dream world, to address their shortcomings and fulfill their desires.".
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 
away. 
Of course

could not understand a word 
of what they were talking, 
but 
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 
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 were 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 smelled 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 when it looked as if it blinked at me. I was very surprised and I thought this must have 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.



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.



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