Quick Sketch

Words from my beloved actor George Katt post Heartbreaker run:

Sarah,

Thank you for what you brought together and brought to life. Thank you for your belief in my work. For bringing such an amazing cast and such amazing people together. Thank you for seeing something special in Michael [McGuire]'s brilliant work and bringing it to the table. Making it happen. Your insight. Your support. Your love for us actors and your love for the WORK. You took a tremendous task in your hands and made it into one of the most brilliant theatrical experiences I have ever been involved with.

Very proud that I was a part of "Heartbreaker".

Very proud and honored to have worked with you.

THANK YOU.

You were a wonderful director.

Sincerely,

George

Notes on Love:

Love has its own timing and makes no apology for itself. You can not say to love 'come again tomorrow when I am ready' or 'when I am in the mood', or 'when I have money and a little more time'. Sometimes love comes before you have had your coffee, after the credit cards have been declined and just after the moment you said aloud and with conviction 'fk love'. I challenge you to make space for love, let it in when it knocks as it is the soul's breath and purpose. Love is, without question, the core of your humanity.

POSTER FOR HEARTBREAKER (the play I am currently directing)

Under the direction of Sarah Coleman, the new Hygienic Theaterwerks banner will present "Heartbreaker," by acclaimed regional playwright Michael R. McGuire, at the Eugene O'Neill Theater Center's Rose Barn, April 1, 2 and 3. Ms. Coleman has cast and will direct this debut, premiere production.

"Heartbreaker" is an incredibly challenging piece that explores the complexities of racially motivated politics. Daring to be staged in a strip club with topless nudity, it forces the audience to take a hard look at our relationship to sexuality, women and race.

"Heartbreaker" is supported by an outstanding cast: George Katt, winner of Best Breakthrough Actor NY International Independent Film Festival, Sharina Martin, graduated Northwestern University and a regular in the Chicago theater scene, Leonard Dozier, who studied at Fordham University, and Sarah Gold, a talented local performer.

Tickets $10 general admission, $12 cabaret seating.

This production is rated R due to the adult content, nudity and language.

For further information, 860-443-8001, gallery@hygienic.org.

HYGIENIC THEATERWERKS

I am currently finishing up the label illustrations for a perfume line based on Neil Gaiman's STARDUST for BLACK PHOENIX ALCHEMY LAB. BPAL is a brilliant mom & pop perfumery that makes the MOST exquisite scents I have ever come across. I absolutely feel cheated by all the other perfumes I had ever smelled before....once you go BPAL, you never go back.

Poster I designed for the Hygienic Gallery "Salon Des Independants"

Featured on the cover of MOTIF MAGAZINE this month!

New London, CT was dubbed by the NY Times 'the new Soho' last Nov. and the Hygienic Art Gallery is its heart and soul.

Mother and Child

My Emerging Artist show review:

“Sarah Coleman has a wealth of metaphors at play in her fantasy depictions that engage double and then multiple entendres as one examines each piece,” said NAC artist Mark Patnode, who invited Coleman.

“There is a constant travel of meaning and message that gives the viewer many aspects to consider. She has great talent in rendering techniques and balances these with a coquettish abandon that is anything but shallow. These are works with depth.”

link to article

My art opening this week:

Annis Boudinot Stockton in the home of George Wythe cir. winter of 1766.

The mermaid is not quite foam yet

but you have to slip from the spires
and walk the dark woods on the ocean's edge to find her.

You have to be brave and wise and go alone.

Her skin is so soft,

it almost makes
the sacrifice worth it all by itself....

even just to hold her for a few hours....

to hold someone who loves you

with their whole being
makes life more worth living than any other glory.

The Sea Ghost

The sea ghost walks by still waters and waits for Poseidon to rise again, to swallow her whole... Waiting is her gift, her offering... Each step upon the sand, each line upon her face - her sacrifice freely given. Her tears an open invitation, her laughter an open invocation to her love - the ever changing lord of the deep.

Published in "CONCLAVE: A Journal of Character", Spring 2010

haiku

In cycles you pull

like the moon pulls the ocean

and I arch to you.

poster for the play I am directing: BAD BOYS

design by me. 

hi. (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

Control (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

Just One More Fairy Tale (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

acrylic sketch of The Vase 4"x 8"- after Waterhouse

The Wishing Fairy self-portrait (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

Postcard for Memphis show (Aug. 24): A Tale of Wings and Strings

Puppet (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

Seduction (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

Puppet Master (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

Freedom! (A Tale of Wings and Strings)

the night's poem

together
we are calm
we are safe
enfolded
in a love
no future can
erase
for the grace of this moment
lasts
forever...
scent
sound
touch
taste
in this NOW infinite present
we boldly
take up space
and know ourselves to be
sacred
together.

Ophelia's Note

I entrusted my soul to you,

my would be king.

You became my new God.

O how I spread my innocence for the taking!

Do you not know what madness you sow?

Where once there was ‘holy, holy, holy’,

now only demented desires grow.

 

I am Ophelia again and again...

Wanting you more than my birth -

my reincarnated sin.

The castles and ways may change

but the blossom of desperation 

stays the same. 

As for the memory of your arms? 

I still feel no regret, 

no shame.

Zeus confronting Poseidon

time traveling...

as Frida...

STARDUST

Hanging out with the Dream King

The Mermaid (after Waterhouse) 3' x 4'

Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks

All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
They had been drinking: they began to spit.
Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.
She was a mermaid who had lost her way.
The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.
Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.
Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears.
Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.
They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs,
and rolled around laughing on the tavern floor.
She did not speak because she had no speech.
Her eyes were the colour of distant love,
her twin arms were made of white topaz.
Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light,
and suddenly she went out by that door.
Entering the river she was cleaned,
shining like a white stone in the rain,
and without looking back she swam again
swam towards emptiness, swam towards death. 

Pablo Neruda

NYC

Life Drawing (wings added)

indeed, my lord, you made me believe so.

neil.

Oh. Thank God.

cabal the wonder dog

Prince of Fantasy Neil Gaiman

My sketches during a lecture on Darwin at UCONN

Barak Obama

i heart Bob Dylan

My mommy.