Sabina Hahn's Uploads

A burden of history. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdi8xGUOcBZ/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

All I want is to hide somewhere and read books. https://www.instagram.com/p/CdgFRFRO57T/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

A secret sandwich. https://www.instagram.com/p/CddS9zSOliy/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Hey. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cda0we_uQjE/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Rabbit rabbit. https://www.instagram.com/p/CdYYzwEuz5g/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

An abstract watercolor as this week's visual cleanser. Breathe in. Breathe out. https://www.instagram.com/p/CdOhUzOJxs0/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

I am incandescent with rage. Rage and grief and fear for the future. https://www.instagram.com/p/CdJEd0bOVk1/?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 blink of an eye. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc8H3vZrZG_/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Yesterdays and Tomorrows. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc5b-fcrwhZ/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

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

Listen very carefully. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc0hNhWrAzl/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Nothing and no one. https://www.instagram.com/p/CcnNwxdrdfC/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

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

Wake up and smell the flowers! https://www.instagram.com/p/CcAzO5iLBfY/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Gloomy Tuesday. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb-U3dKrYK8/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

Dance like no one is looking! Dance like everyone is looking! https://www.instagram.com/p/Cb8EUg_JWj3/?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

A grief and a grievance. https://www.instagram.com/p/CbsOVMMLgbc/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

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

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