Hello, my name is Sabina Hahn,
and I'm a doodle addict. brooklyn NY

Sabina Hahn is a Brooklyn based illustrator, animator and sculptor who loves stories and tall tales. Sabina is a master of capturing subtle fleeting expressions and the most elusive of gestures.

I specialize in children illustration, illustration, kid lit art, watercolour.

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Patron Saint of Dawn and Dusk and Fog. Dedicated to the Hedgehog in the Fog, one of the best animations ever and to the Horse in it as one of the best mystical creatures in the film. #dailyDrawing #PatronSaint

Patron Saint of Complaining. My most evoked Patron Saint of recently. #dailyDrawing #patronSaint

Pyotr Ilich Tchaikovsky (1840–1893) At 9:30, Tchaikovsky set to work—composing at the piano only after he had dealt with any proofs or his correspondence, chores that he disliked. “Before setting about the pleasant task,” his brother noted, “Pyotr Ilich always hastened to get rid of the unpleasant.” After lunch he went for a long walk, regardless of the weather. His brother writes, “Somewhere at sometime he had discovered that a man needs a two-hour walk for his health, and his observance of this rule was pedantic and superstitious, as though if he returned five minutes early he would fall ill, and unbelievable misfortunes of some sort would ensue.” - From Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey “Truly there would be reason to go mad were it not for music.” ― Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky “If you do not want to write, at least spit on a piece of paper, put it in an envelope, and send it to me. You are not taking any notice of me at all. God forgive you – all I wanted was a few words from you.” ― Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky #dailyrituals #inktober #PeterTchaikovsky @masoncurrey

An urgent dingleberry situation. #doodle #cat #dingleberry

Patron Saint of Woodpeckers and Hangovers. And possibly headaches. I think I remember reading that woodpeckers probably all have headaches, even with their tongues and flexible skulls. I have a headache. #patronSaint

Patron Saint of Lost Keys and Small Things. Reminded me of this poem by Elizabeth Bishop. One Art The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. —Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

Patron Saint of Forgotten Things. I started this one without writing down the name and then couldn't remember what it was supposed to be. So. A Patron Saint of Forgotten Things it is. I pray to it often.

Patron Saint of Insomniacs.

Patron Saint of Compartmentalizing. Dedicated to everyone who needs to do it. #dailyDrawing #patronSaint

Patron Saint of Book hoarding. Yep. That's me! #dailyDrawing #patronSaint

Patron Saint of small sorrows. A dead bee on a sidewalk, a dead plant, accidental break of a favorite cup. Small sorrows are many and everywhere. What is a patron saint you want to see? #patronSaint #dailydrawing

"It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Polka dots on a pitcher. She could picture the summer picnics and alfresco lunches. But autumn was here and the buyers remorse was real." - Tammar Stein