Sabina Hahn's Uploads

Cat and his lives. https://www.instagram.com/p/CW_AdDDLAeH/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Cat was a mere shadow of himself when his red boots were at cobbler's. https://www.instagram.com/p/CXRC63XOj02/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Pillow Fight. Pillow : 0 - Cat : 1. https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ_6dOILC5I/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Show me close. Show me far. https://www.instagram.com/p/CaCuPD5LVaD/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

You already are everything. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cck3g1DLcM0/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

More drawings from my draw and talk with Bob Shea from last week here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CdDyJZyu3ja/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

A nap. I am testing some new papers and colors to do more illustrations for the Minotaur book as I read it. This book is called The Minotaur Takes His Own Sweet Time by Steven Sherrill. Can't wait to start it. https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce6SbuaOTqo/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Dream of the Yellow Chrysanthemum from Dialogues in Paradise by Can Xue. I was hiding behind the window aiming my air gun at a squirrel on a roof in the distance. I had been taking aim for two hours. But when I finally shot, full of confidence, the steel pellet zinged right into Old Jiang's arm. God knows why I lost my mind at the crucial moment, I was born with the impulsive personality. Immediately he jumped up and dashed into the room, shouting, "Murder! Murder!" I was totally embarrassed.

The Jack Story from Rooster's Wife by Russell Edson. There was the Jack of the beanstalk story, and a Jack Sprat who could eat no fat. And there was Jack-in-a-box who used to spring out of a box for no reason at all. And Jack who broke his crown fetching water with a certain Jill. Not to forget little Jack Horner, or the jack who jumped over a candlestick... Theirs is a club of Jacks. https://www.instagram.com/p/CjniuMsuDWM/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Rocks from Rooster's Wife by Russell Edson. Two old men were performing autopsies on each other.And as they worked, putting this in a glass jar and that in a chamber pot, they talked of rocks; arthritic rocks, and rockswith rotten teeth; rocks with gout, and rocks with bad stomachs; rocks with hair in their ears, and rocks withscrotums hanging to their knees; rocks with gall stones, and rocks blind with cataracts. Suddenly one of the old men says to the other, Did you know you were pregnant?No, says the other old man.Then holding up a rock, he says, Look what I found in your womb.Spank it, says the other old man, And see if it cries…

... sometimes you have your fishes with you ...

Sometimes, I re-read books and they don't have the same impact as before. Sometimes, I re-read them and they hit me harder. Roadside picnic by Brothers Strugatsky made me cry. This is my favorite book by them, although I do so love Monday starts on Saturday. But this book! I wish more people would read it.

Old pond frog leaps into the splash. -Basho

mountain of work

"There is," said the marzipan pig, "such sweetness in me!" "The Marzipan Pig" by Russell Hoban is one of my favorite books. During the pandemic, @pgoedi from @communitybookstore read it and I drew it. Found it again and wanted to share it. This makes me want to draw live again. It is such a nerve racking thing and so fun!

Anubis and his box of threads. I am going through the wiki list of mythological hybrid creatures and imagining their lives and what they might be like and what they might like to do. It's been fun - sometimes; some of the myths are dark and sad.

In repose. #dailydrawing #repose #minotaur #doodle

FEDERICO FELLINI In a 1977 interview, he described his morning routine: I'm up at six in the morning. I walk around the house, open sindows, poke around boxes. move books from here to there. For years I've been trying to make myself a decent cup if coffee, but it's not one of my specialties. I go downstairs, outside as soon as possible. By seven I'm on the telephone. - Daily rituals by Mason Curry. #inktober #masonCurry #federicofellini #dailyritual

Joan Miró (1893-1983) Miró always maintained a rigidly inflexible daily routine—both because he disliked being distracted from his work, and because he feared slipping back into the severe depression that had afflicted him as a young man, before he discovered painting. To help prevent a relapse, his routine always included vigorous exercise—boxing in Paris; jumping rope and Swedish gymnastics at a Barcelona gym; and running on the beach and swimming at Mont-roig, a seaside village where his family owned a farmhouse. Miró hated for this routine to be interrupted by social or cultural events. As he told an American journalist, “Merde! I absolutely detest all openings and parties! They’re commercial, political, and everybody talks too much. They get on my tits!” From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey

Patron Saint of Chatterboxes. If you have a fountain, turn it off; let even a fountain rest. K. Prutkov. #dailyDrawing #patronSaint

Patron Saint of Obscure Patron Saints. Thank you for all who shared your own Patron Saints, who commented and who encouraged me. This was really fun to do. #patronSaint #dailyDrawing