Dear friends,

I'm thrilled to announce one of the most exciting seasons for my projects. In the next few months two of my dream projects will have their WORLD PREMIERESin great venues!

My Solo exhibition "Dawn of the Cold Season" will open at the Shulamit Galleryon Nov 15th in Venice, Ca and my Media/Performance Project "The House is Black" inspired by the great works of poet & icon Foroug Farrakhzad will be presented at Royce Hall on Jan 23rd, in the CAP UCLA's brilliant 2014 /2015 season!

I've had the great privilege to collaborate with a truly amazing team on both projects and am very proud of the extremely beautiful score for both these projects in collaboration with composer Richard Horowitz!

As for Film and TV scores, I look forward to announce 2 great new collaborations on an anticipated prime time Television series and an upcoming film project in the very soon future.

As always I look forward to seeing you in one of these great events!



"Dawn of the Cold Season"
Sussan Deyhim's Mixed Madia Solo Exhibition:
Inspired by the poems by Foroug Farrokhzad
Composed by Sussan Deyhim and Richard Horowitz

The prints were produced during Deyhim's residency fellowship at the RauschenbergResidency/Robert Rauschenberg Foundation.

Place: Shulamit Gallery
Date: Saturday, November 15
VIP Opening Reception: 5-7pm
Public Opening Reception: 7-9pm
Address: 17 N Venice Blvd, Venice, Ca 90291
Info: Event, Shulamit Gallery
Read about the gallery in a full article byDebroah Vankin of the L.A. Times!

World Premiere @CAP/UCLA

The House is Black (THIB): A Media Stage Production
A project by: Sussan Deyhim
Produced, Co Directed, Co-Composed and Performed by: Sussan Deyhim
Music Composed by: Richard Horowitz
Visual Direction: Sussan Deyhim
More info on the all star team (tba)
Venue: Royce Hall UCLA @ CAP/UCLA
Date: Jan 23, 2015
Sponsored by a generous grant from the prestigious Farhang Foundation, which supports Iranian arts and culture and by a residency fellowship at CAP UCLA.


Here's an intricate and in depth interview with Anil Prasad for Anil is a multi-dimensional thinker, a true music lover and music literate!


We will announce 2 great new collaborations on an anticipated prime time Television series and the score for an upcoming film project in the very soon future.


Sussan Deyhim accomplished with her voice was a revelation. Pointing out that she was an Iranian woman being accompanied by a Jewish brass player and a Jewish bassist, she created an atmosphere in which we could no longer believe in the current political fire that is ready to ignite the spaces that separate Iran from Israel, from the United States, and from most of the Western World. I could see directly why there was a time – ancient Egypt and the old Orphic Tradition, to name but two – when music was the master teacher simply because it restores the soul; it opens the mind like a great lens so that your eye is my eye, is the bee’s eye, is the whale’s eye, is the eye of Earth peering out into endless reaches of starry grandeur and mysterious forms of life waiting to be born.

Without artists the Earth would already be scorched a thousand times over: ashes unable to eke out any more green shoots. For seven hours at the Avalon the green shoots of hope were everywhere. The growth could not be contained. Befitting the ecstasy at the end, my camera battery ran out and I could no longer record: instead I jumped on the green wave and vanished into a world worthy of our protection and – as all the artists stated all night – our undying love, that creative courage sustains as a matter of course. Sussan Deyhim had a smile that transcended every border man has ever created. It was art and artists who united Iranian and Jew on the stage – and labored together to bring the house down. Glorious harmony as voice, bass and brass – including a ram’s horn – alternated with feverish excitement. It was the trance of the spirit of our own time, gathering itself up to survive intact, smiling, passionate, capable, able to see its way through illusion and false paths.forms of life waiting to be born.