Art of Sasha-Lee

10/10/2026

Parrot ACEO work in progress.

08/10/2026

Meet Mango, born from a stubborn lump of clay.

27/09/2026

24/09/2026

16/09/2026

These little leopards have been my happy place lately. Every brushstroke, every spot, every tiny whisker.
Which one is your favorite? The sleepy one, the strut, the stretch or the groom?

15/09/2026

15/09/2026

13/09/2026

The Gemsbok Stride

The midday heat lay flat over the pan, heavy enough to bend the air itself. Nothing moved. Then, dust lifted.

He came from the white horizon at his own pace. No trot. No stumble. Each hoof fell with a soft, certain thud, as if he had already decided where the earth should be.

His horns didn't sway. They cut straight through the shimmer, two clean lines against the sky. The dark bands across his legs were sharp, almost painted on, and the sun caught the pale gold of his back and made it glow.

He didn't scan for predators. He didn't check the wind. He knew the jackals were watching and he kept walking anyway, because some creatures don't survive the desert by hiding from it.
He passed right through, left four perfect prints in the sand, and kept going toward the next horizon.