- sarah-teal-axelrod Featured In the Black Bedroom She paints in colours outside of nature to reveal a sweet, dreadful humanity, where beauty and terror share the same room.
- sarah-teal-axelrod Featured The Boxcar Sarah Axelrod’s ‘The Boxcar’ is a hauntingly delicate, intimate, atmospheric study of isolation, time, and transition in a vast, indifferent American landscape.
- sarah-teal-axelrod Featured Face Sarah Axelrod’s stunning new multimedia installation for Aphrodite Press reveals what we silently carry.
- sarah-teal-axelrod Featured Lawnmower The hidden tension of feeling life, so deeply, almost to the point of pain.
- sarah-teal-axelrod Featured Picking Flowers Picking Flowers is a raw, rhythmic look at visibility, survival, and the small human gestures that persist in the face of adversity.
- sarah-teal-axelrod Featured Watching Somewhere in the electrified, liminal space between watching and touching, we find and lose ourselves.
- sarah-teal-axelrod Passing by a Funeral An unflinching, unsentimental meditation on the destination we all share.
- sarah-teal-axelrod Featured Fallen Mangoes by Sarah Teal Axelrod Fallen Mangoes by Sarah Teal Axelrod is a tiny masterpiece of an art installation.
- sarah-teal-axelrod Featured Kansas by Sarah Teal Axelrod In our first multimedia feature, Sarah Teal Axelrod takes us on a visceral journey across the Kansas plains.
- sarah-teal-axelrod Featured Sarah Axelrod: Q and A Sarah Teal Axelrod is a writer and multimedia artist whose star is on the rise.
- sarah-teal-axelrod Lite-Brite Transformation is found in story and spirit: “I am Dorothy… the legs of my past shrivel and curl away into black grass.”
- sarah-teal-axelrod Clasped Around Nothing A dollhouse becomes a place where an adult child peers back through the windows of her own past — “heads of little dolls… shoes blood red… furniture glued in place.”
- sarah-teal-axelrod The Middle I Worry About She writes her adolescence exactly as she lived it: dangerous, unprotected, and bewildering. “Machine guns slid under the seats in front of us” in a black SUV; “two glossy bodies moving” in a mansion room; the fluorescent hum of a mall food court vibrating with “greasy cheese making me sweat.”
- sarah-teal-axelrod Ovaltine Her brilliant mind makes stunning collages of experience — “the smell of my grandparents’ house in New Haven… a glass of cold Ovaltine,”
- sarah-teal-axelrod Simply Air Everywhere “trees like the lines of pens scratching out a secret” — images and sensations toing and froing, combining to move and grip us, compelling us to think critically about what it means to be human.
- sarah-teal-axelrod Grey Hair of Winter Even her smallest pieces carry a stripped back emotional force, as in the quiet revelation of “Sunlight—an elusive God, completely hidden except inside a velvet heart.”
