Sabina Hahn's Uploads

A blink of an eye. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc8H3vZrZG_/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

or two.

To continue the snarled up knotted theme. It's sometimes hard to separate yourself from the feelings of others. Sometimes I don't even know where I end or begin. https://www.instagram.com/p/Ceg4Ue2p0cW/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

The Gloomy Mood of Ah Mei on a Sunny Day from Dialogues in Paradise by Can Xue. Da-Gou is playing with firecrackers at the other side of the yard. He inserts one into a hole in the tree and sticks out his big hips as he bends over to light it. His bottom is huge, like his father's. "Hey," I call. "Are you crazy? Can't you stop shooting those things?" https://www.instagram.com/p/CiLF34POeB-/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

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Susurration is a favorite word that I share with @ghostkismet and Tiffany Aching. Just noticed that I misspelled it, but in my defense, I don't think there are enough S's in this word; there should be MORE! https://www.instagram.com/p/CrL4wZEuYcQ/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

I love absurdities. And I do love fish with butts. https://www.instagram.com/p/CrOJIlCOZbm/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Rust is a funny word to illustrate. It is so sturdy a word that I had a hard time abstracting from it.

Smell my sandwich! Adore "this song "My bear to cross" by Marvin Pontiac. It always lifts my spirits.

Umberto Eco (b. 1932) Eco says that he is able to be productive during the brief “interstices” in the day. He told The Paris Review’s interviewer: “This morning you rang, but then you had to wait for the elevator, and several seconds elapsed before you showed up at the door. During those seconds, waiting for you, I was thinking of this new piece I’m writing. I can work in the water closet, in the train. While swimming I produce a lot of things, especially in the sea. Less so in the bathtub, but there too.” - From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey “When men stop believing in God, it isn’t that they then believe in nothing: they believe in everything.” ― Umberto Eco #dailyrituals #inktober #UmbertoEco @masoncurrey

Purely accidental

Don't get your tail in a twist.

It's a perfect day to read a book written by your friend. My friends book right now is "Projections" by S. Porter. Her book is so good! It is dark and fascinating and so well researched. I am really enjoying it. https://www.instagram.com/p/C4QrZoSO96u/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Just started, but it's funny and fun and I hope that Germany was called Flurp at some point. I am reading Max in the House of Spies by Adam Gidwitz.

Ludwig van Beethoven (1770–1827) Beethoven rose at dawn and wasted little time getting down to work. His breakfast was coffee, which he prepared himself with great care—he determined that there should be sixty beans per cup, and he often counted them out one by one for a precise dose. From Daily Rituals : How Artists Work by Mason Currey. #dailydrawing #dailyritual #beethoven #coffee #inktober @masoncurrey

Sunrise is great but it happens too early in the day! #cat #drawing

Ox-head also felt very misunderstood. Just like Horse-face and the Pineapple Princess. #doodle #mythology #chinesemythology #pineappleprincess

Jane Austen (1775–1817) Austen never lived alone and had little expectation of solitude in her daily life. Her final home, a cottage in the village of Chawton, England, was no exception: she lived there with her mother, her sister, a close friend, and three servants, and there was a steady stream of visitors, often unannounced. ... Austen wrote in the family sitting room, “subject to all kinds of casual interruptions,” her nephew recalled. She was careful that her occupation should not be suspected by servants, or visitors, or any persons beyond her own family party. She wrote upon small sheets of paper which could easily be put away, or covered with a piece of blotting paper. There was, between the front door and the offices, a swing door which creaked when it was opened; but she objected to having this little inconvenience remedied, because it gave her notice when anyone was coming. “Composition seems to me impossible with a head full of joints of mutton & doses of rhubarb.” From Daily rituals by Mason Currey #dailyrituals #inktober #janeAusten @masoncurrey

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec (1864-1901) Toulouse-Lautrec drank constantly and slept little. After a long night of drawing and binge-drinking, he would often wake early to print lithographs, then head to a café for lunch and several glasses of wine. Returning to his studio, he would take a nap to sleep off the wine, then paint until the late afternoon, when it was time for aperitifs. (One of his inventions was the Maiden Blush, a combination of absinthe, mandarin, bitters, red wine, and champagne. He wanted the sensation, he said, of “a peacock’s tail in the mouth.”) From Daily rituals by Mason Currey #dailyrituals #inktober #henriToulouseLautrec @masoncurrey