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Sarah Sandin  The art and heartbreak of living. Painter and Documentarian. ReWild. CoFounder of @thestablessavannah @fortyfiveandsalt #sarahsandin

❤️❤️the life.

Leopard is my new thang. 🐆🐆

Connection #ernstcaramelle

Home is not just a shelter, nor is it the scenic backdrop to our lives. Places shape people. Home is where we mesh, it determines who we are. Home comes from the Sanskrit word aham, meaning self. Home is the geography of life.

we began to understand that our family recipe was not from the cookbook of mainstream America. The ingredients in our work were exotic and the instructions complex.

One time I saw a tiny Joshua tree sapling growing not too far from the old tree. I wanted to dig it up and replant it near our house. I told Mom that I would protect it from the wind and water it every day so that it could grow nice and tall and straight. Mom frowned at me. "You'd be destroying what makes it special," she said. "It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty.

Even the seemingly mundane items in her life were derived from the natural world. An alarm clock that used quartz crystals, toothpaste made with seaweed that also housed sea turtle hatchlings, clothes woven from sheeps wool, a Jeep made from iron which came from the guts of exploding stars, oil from decaying dead plants and animals 500million years old on the ocean floor, boots from cow skin and rubber from a milky sap. Money has enabled her to hire middlemen to mine and refine natural resources for her, but it has also distanced her from connecting. Money now pays for our connection to nature. Something that’s been free all along.

Day at @thestablessavannah am I just another artist exploiting a woman’s body? Are you a robot? Do you do the same thing over and over? Do you have a flamethrower? Are you an ex convict? Are you afraid? Can I have one of your fries? Do you have your own life? Do you live for drama? Am I gossip material? Have you thought more about what’s happening externally to you today than internally? Do you feel like a drink?

My grandma left her physical form last night. She passed her creativity to me, she was a painter and I remember her painting me as a child. She left a dark sense of humor woven through all of us. She loved to laugh. She loved perfume. She loved chocolate. I regret not calling her more. I regret not calling her before she passed even though I knew I should have. I’m sorry grandma, I know you didn’t want to be here anymore. You taught me death is not that serious, that pain and torment is not that serious. I love you. You are free now.

My sandpaper sigh
Engraves a line
Into the rust of your tongue
I could've been someone
To you
Would have painted the skies blue
Baby blue
If you knew
Baby blue

I think this was a week after I moved to LA from a tiny rural town in Humboldt County, California. I used to go over to weird guys houses and let them photograph me for money. This is a photo a weird guy took. I thought it was harmless and they were just creative photographers that thought I could be a model. Looking back...I would have told 18 year old baby Sarah not to do that anymore. Look at my face.

Clean shapes are a challenge for me but I love them.

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