Sabina Hahn

#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

Getting older isn't easy.

Actually, it's pretty annoying.

Dancing.

I ADORE with mama meme and wanted to draw my own. Then my kids added themself to drawing. (I forgot to add a child to my drawing but this way it is even better).

In fact, she [Mummy] said after a while, we have gone into hibernation. Nobody can get in any longer and no one can get out!

I looked carefully at her and understood that we were saved. At last we were absolutely safe and protected.

This menacing snow had hidden us inside in the warm for ever and we didn't have to worry a bit about what went on there outside. I was filled with enormous relief, and I shouted, I love you I LOVE YOU, and took all the cushions and threw them at her and laughed and shouted and Mummy threw them all back and in the end we were lying on the floor just laughing. Then we began our underground life. We walked around in our nighties and did nothing. Mummy didn't draw. We were bears with pine needles in our stomachs and anyone who dared come near our winter lair was torn to pieces. We were lavish with the wood, and threw log after log on to the fire until it roared.

Sometimes we growled. We let the dangerous world outside look after itself, it had died, it had fallen out into space. Only Mummy and I were left.

- Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson

There was a strong draught and the wind blew right in from the harbour through all the rooms and out on to the staircase and more and more creatures ran out until there wasn't a single one left. They laughed as they ran.

Finally it was quiet and I thought, well, well, one has to see to everything. But that's out of the way!

- Sculptor's Daughter by Tove Jansson