Sabina Hahn's Uploads

We COULD stay here and vainly hope.

14. The ghost in the closet. Prompts from @janelle.shane generated using the OpenAI net GPT-3. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVLWL9sLmEc/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

"You have hair the colour of gold," said the fox, "the grain, which is also golden, will bring me back to the thought of you, and I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat. " - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. #thelittleprincebookchallenge #kidlitart #graphite

Beginning. Every morning Susan took her pet fish for a walk. https://www.instagram.com/p/CQwCz58Bhc7/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Beginning. Only one of them was playing hide and seek... https://www.instagram.com/p/CQymJK6BQSW/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

BAM! Apple fell on Kismet's head. How unnecessary that was to prove gravity! Cats knew all about gravity a lot longer than people did. They test it once in a while to make sure it is working properly. https://www.instagram.com/p/CS9-uLPL3pa/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

20. Ghost traitors. Prompts are from @JanelleCShane generated using the OpenAI net GPT-3. https://www.instagram.com/p/CVViLYFrwMw/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Cat liked to go fishing without lure. It made for sweetest dreams. https://www.instagram.com/p/CXMO5wDraWq/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Cat was good at being in two places at once. Making mischief in both. https://www.instagram.com/p/CXOmaDDJQ5U/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Or - do not make plans with Nac Mac Feegles

Some days you are the Rabbit, thought Cat, some days you are the Hat. https://www.instagram.com/p/CZhA4apLyXw/?utm_medium=copy_link #dailydrawing #cat #pencil #magic

Macabre and macabrer. Transmundane Tuesdays with @carsonellis. The Tongue eating louse just wanted to be drawn. You need to imagine the buckle shoes somewhere in the second picture. https://www.instagram.com/p/CZryL3gJujB/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Cat Loaf. My favorite bread. https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ15OYFrAws/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Closed for the Glory of God. https://www.instagram.com/p/Caz4efOuMg4/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Favorite words. Gloaming. Dusk. For some reason, makes me think of the opening to Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

A word! https://www.instagram.com/p/CbGDUptOrPL/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Everything & everything & everything. https://www.instagram.com/p/CbIVF8Cr8FV/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

¿ Are you comforted ? https://www.instagram.com/p/CbM4J3HOvjd/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

a little bit more. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cbpwmxar9Gp/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Wild Geese You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting— over and over announcing your place in the family of things. Mary Oliver

Tell me everything! https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc2tUX5L1zH/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link