You’d have to be a simpleton or a block of wood not to feel a burning desire to tell Sarah Mitchell everything about yourself after you see her one-woman show, Artichoke Hearts. Mitchell wrings humor & truth out of encounters with total strangers, stepping into their shoes on stage to reveal not so much their stories (though she does, and masterfully) but their hearts and souls – their regrets, triumphs, fears, disasters, doubts, and recipes for success in the “happily ever after” department.
The elegantly simple genius of this endeavor is not that we learn so much about other peoples’ views on love, but that we walk out of the theater asking ourselves the questions Mitchell has been asking – and isn’t that what art, really great art, is meant to be? A mirror in which we see deep into our Selves, and search for honest answers for a change?
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I’d like to see a lot more Sarah Mitchell as a writer and performer.