Sabina Hahn

Happy birthday, Wise Pickle! Hope you meet a lot of people who like pickles!!

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In stores today, a hilariously absurd and philosophical picture book about a pickle slowly desiccating in the sun and sharing its hard-earned wisdom with animals.

It's a sighing kind of day today. Not bad. Not good. Just... <SIGH>

#dailydrawing

My to do lists are out of control.

THE SMALLER YOU ARE THE BIGGER CHRISTMAS IS. Underneath the Christmas tree Christmas is vast, it is a green jungle with red apples and sad, peaceful angels twirling around on cotton thread keeping watch over the entrance to the primaeval forest. In the glass balls the primaeval forest is never-ending; Christmas is a time when you feel absolutely safe, thanks to the Christmas tree.

- Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson

By that time the whole of Helsinki was full of amazed People flying. No one did any work. Windows were open all over the place and down in the street the trams and the cars were empty and it stopped snowing and the sun came out. All the new-born babies were flying and all the very old people and their cats and dogs and guinea-pigs and monkeys just everybody! Even the President was out flying!

- Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson

I started by thinking up the most awful things I could, which wasn't particularly difficult. When I had made things as awful as possible I took a run and bounced off the floor and flew away from everything, leaving it all behind me in a deep well. Down there the whole town was burning. Down there Poppolino was padding around in the studio in the dark screaming with loneli-ness. Down there sat the crow saying: it was your fault that I died. And the Unmentionable Thing crawled under the mat. But I just went on flying.

- Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson

Then everything started shrinking. Every piece of furniture became elongated and narrow and disappeared towards the ceiling. There was something crawling under the rag rugs in the hall. It was also narrow and thin and wriggled in the middle, sometimes very quickly and sometimes very slowly.

- Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson

I felt my guilty conscience in my toes, and before it could creep any higher I sat up quickly and started to crochet. I wasn't going to make a kettle-holder any longer. It would be a pullover for Poppolino.

It's difficult to tell why or how people cheer up and get the feeling they want to work. It's not easy to be sure about germs either. Best not to think about it too much but try and put everything right as quickly as possible with a good deed.

- Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson

"A dark man went on shovelling outside the door and all of a sudden I started to cry and I screamed: I'll bite him! I'll go outside and bite him! I shouldn't do that, Mummy said. He wouldn't under-stand. She screwed the top on to the bottle of Indian ink and said: what about going home? Yes, I said.

So we went home."

- Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson