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After a long day of work and or errands what do you like to do to ground yourself and get yourself calm once again? I love to read and create different things when I can. 😊

What is your favorite thing to do to ground yourself?

Na 'n lang dag van werk en of take, wat hou jy daarvan om te doen om jouself te aarding en weer kalm te raak? Ek hou daarvan om te lees en verskillende dinge te skep wanneer ek kan. 😊

Wat is jou gunsteling ding om jouself te aarding?

Hello everyone! Hope you're having a good day today! 👋👋

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Hallo almal! Hoop julle het 'n goeie dag vandag! 👋👋

Hallo, Hi, Hola 👋

Just thought I'd share some of my artwork Asé ✨

Chakras in alignment expression

Ek het net gedink ek sal 'n paar van my kunswerke deel Asé ✨

Chakras in belyning uitdrukking

I am a freelance artist who specialises in printmaking and watercolour.

My recent designs

Ek is 'n vryskutkunstenaar wat spesialiseer in drukwerk en akwarel.

My onlangse ontwerpe

I made a small mask out of white clay. All that's left is to color it😊

Mini mask

Ek het 'n klein masker van wit klei gemaak. Al wat oor is, is om dit te kleur😊

Mini masker

Sunburst

Sonstraal

My recent art work

My onlangse kunswerk

I never put anything like this together, it plays music as well

Last thing I made

Ek het nog nooit iets soos dit saamgestel nie, dit speel ook musiek

Laaste ding wat ek gemaak het

iPad doodle

iPad krabbels

Colored on stream

Gekleur op stroom

A stuffed duck it's on a hay bale, wearing a vest and bunny ears headband. A cart and field of sunflowers is in the backgroun

He's a work mascot. We do a fortnightly picture of him, to bring a bit of whimsy to people's lives. Here is one of his Easter photos that did not get shared at work this year!

This is Duxton

Hy is 'n werkmaskot. Ons neem elke twee weke 'n foto van hom, om 'n bietjie speelsheid in mense se lewens te bring. Hier is een van sy Paasfoto's wat nie hierdie jaar by die werk gedeel is nie!

Dit is Duxton

If you were forced to watch a movie for the rest of your life and you could pick it what would you pick? 🫩

Rest of your life?

As jy gedwonge was om 'n fliek vir die res van jou lewe te kyk en jy kon dit kies, wat sou jy kies? 🫩

Die res van jou lewe?

For a few years been making cat puppets of my own cats and recently started selling comissions as well as other pet tribute items. Including shoes, figures, pins and felted figures!

Cat puppets!

Vir 'n paar jaar maak ek kat marionette van my eie katte en het onlangs begin om opdragte te verkoop sowel as ander troeteldier eerbetoon items. Insluitende skoene, figure, penne en vilt figure!

Kat marionette!

Takie coś wyszło

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

My gunsteling Pokémon 💥☠️
Wie s'n is joune?

Toxicroak gebruik Poison Jab!

Image shows a chunky white and grey tabby cat sleeping on the top of a cat tower. One front paw covering his eyes

Hey! If anyone is in the Houston area could you recommend a place to get haircuts? I'm interested in alternative cuts and fun hair color, I have a lot of hair and I want to get rid of it but I'd like to have suggestions of who to research. (Cat for attention, his name is Porkchop)

Local Advice needed

Hey! As iemand in die Houston-area is, kan julle 'n plek aanbeveel om haarsny te kry? Ek is geïnteresseerd in alternatiewe snitte en prettige haarkleur, ek het baie hare en ek wil daarvan ontslae raak, maar ek wil graag voorstelle hê van wie om te navors. (Kat vir aandag, sy naam is Porkchop)

Plaaslike advies benodig

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Agter die skerms van gelaat agter.

How do you get yourself to let the pain turn into art again?

Blocked

Hoe kry jy jouself om die pyn weer in kuns te laat verander?

Geblokkeerd

I would want to pick the meteor hammer, even if it gives almost no defense, the offense is overwhelming. Not to mention the beauty in the movements and flow of both the weapon and person

If you could learn and master 1 weapon, what would you pick?

Ek sou die meteorhamer kies, selfs al bied dit amper geen verdediging nie, die aanval is oorweldigend. Nie om te praat van die skoonheid in die bewegings en vloei van beide die wapen en persoon nie.

As jy een wapen kon leer en bemeester, wat sou jy kies?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Kuns is nie 'n werk nie, dit is 'n passie.

Kreatiwiteit Is Jou Naam

I have pretty dangley things so I'm gonna buy some hooks tomorrow. I'll update with the finished installment.

I want something above my bed

Ek het pretty dangley dinge so ek gaan môre 'n paar haken koop. Ek sal opdateer met die voltooide installasie.

Ek wil iets bo my bed hê

Nothing help makes my day but enjoying some time with my number art painting with a pot of tea to enjoy and some incense.

My diamond by number are hobby I enjoy

Niks help my dag soos om tyd te geniet met my nommer kunsverf met 'n pot tee om te geniet en 'n bietjie wierook.

My diamant volgens nommer is 'n stokperdjie wat ek geniet

Sometimes as I wonder about the progress of my personality I reminisce about days outside the 9 to 5. When a child could design. An ugly box on a shelf became a vessel for nerdom. A radioshack when it existed could supply the circuits to create. What age do we abandon by indifference our fire to express.

The Tinkering Tick

Soms, terwyl ek wonder oor die vordering van my persoonlikheid, dink ek terug aan dae buite die 9 tot 5. Wanneer 'n kind kon ontwerp. 'n Leelike boks op 'n rak het 'n vaartuig vir nerdom geword. 'n Radioshack, toe dit bestaan het, kon die kringe voorsien om te skep. Watter ouderdom verlaat ons deur onverskilligheid ons vuur om uit te druk.

Die Tinkering Tikkie

Just picked some colors for my bed frame. How do we feel

Paint :3

Ek het net 'n paar kleure vir my bedraam gekies. Hoe voel ons?

Verf :3

This is example of what happens when I zone out home alone. Add mood music of choice effects.

What others see vs how I do

Dit is 'n voorbeeld van wat gebeur wanneer ek alleen tuis afgeleide is. Voeg die bui-musiek van keuse by effekte.

Wat ander sien vs hoe ek dit doen

I think I like the way elves look but I like gnomes' sense of humor more.

elves or gnomes

Ek dink ek hou van hoe elwe lyk, maar ek hou meer van gnome se sin vir humor.

elfe of gnome

This is the first and only copper ring I made... it's double layer.

My first copper ring

Dit is die eerste en enigste koper ring wat ek gemaak het... dit is dubbel lae.

My eerste koper ring

Miała mi wyjść kratka chyba z koszyczkiem na kwiatki ale coś tu nie gra 🫣

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Ek moes 'n blokkie met 'n blommandjie maak, maar iets is nie reg nie 🫣

Ek het iets gemaak tydens terapie 🤭

So I just built my second marble run which runs pretty well

Marble run

Ek het so pas my tweede marmerbaan gebou wat redelik goed loop

Marmerbaan

As above, so below. As within, so without...

So bo, so onder. So binne, so buite...

Here's where it gets weird. 

The Tasmanian Tiger, was an apex predator in Australia, and hunted to extinction by the late 1930s. 

I met my late wife through a personal ad that her mother actually answered... told you it gets weird! Her mother made a date with me, and told her to go.
But she read the ad before she came to see me... and changed my world for 16 years. 

As the sun came up that first morning, we were still on this high from meeting each other. Two professionals in the music biz, who had major label releases of our own. We already knew of each other, but didn’t dream this would happen. I mentioned something about my ad and she said "Tasmanian Tigers". 
I had mentioned them in my ad and she didn't know what they were.

So I showed her a flickering old movie from the late 1930s that showed the last surviving one in a zoo in Australia.
And my thought... that I was the last - how she felt as well... 

So I reprised my original ad... hoping to be that lucky again, as I believe in honoring your departed, to have the best life you can. After all, we've had practice! 

Along with my music, I'm also a romantic. The last of the true and afflicted ones. I know I am not of this world. Not here, at least. I am a Tasmanian Tiger. A thylacine, and I've searched the earth for another... and still am only as one. 

I wasn't always like this, though. My life changed as I saw my mate felled by the new predators that invaded our wood. It's been four winters now and I can still remember the day as I returned to our den and the songbirds that lived above us saw me... my slow gate, my fixed stare... as they stopped singing and were uneasy. 

To this day, they stop as I come back with quarry to share with no one. They are simple creatures, but they live on their intuition... and not just their own, but the thousands of their ancestors that came before, thousands think as one... and their songs are their knowledge which is not learned... but certainly real. 

They've asked me, but they already know... and I know this... it's their way of acknowledging my hurt inside. They see me bringing back my quarry to my den... and see my eyes grow damp. They don't know what that is, and neither do I. 

They are struck by my plaintive yowl. I don't know what it is, either... I don't recognize any of what I do now... it's not something I'm even aware of... but the yowl...hoping against hope that it is answered. Knowing it won't be. All of this land is covered with the simple creatures, SO simple, yet complete... and the whole earth is covered with them... so many as their souls could fill the ocean...but would be so shallow as to scarcely wet my foot pads... 

I don't understand the dampness in my eyes and the disquiet in my heart, when I think of the times past. I never yowled. I yipped, chittered... and made quiet puffs of air to signal my mate... and I still do so, in my dreams. 

The birds told my story to the cranes... and when the cranes came back as the days warmed, they told of a world that was no longer for the thylacine... not a den, nor trace. The watering holes showed not a footpad in the mud... no bones... and the rabbits and shrews were bold... as if they had nothing to fear! And numerous... so numerous as to be diseased and festering carcasses exposed all over... so much that the carrion eaters couldn't even finish them.  

So it would appear that I am alone. And my eyes grow damp as I feel this... and the birds above our den ask me if I am sick, as my eyes are ever damp... I tell them I don't know, as I don't. I truly don't know what is wrong with me. Or this world... That soon I will grow older, stooped as the elders I saw as a kit, and slow... and my teeth will dull and fall out... and then I will lay down my last time. But now my teeth are still sharp, I can take more quarry than ten of my peers... which is why I'm still here and disquiet. I know of nothing else!

But why am I here? My coat is still sleek, my mind and body nimble, as the apex of the hunters. The birds above me paired for life, which is also our way. We are connected in that way... and one day I saw his mate fall... and it distressed me. Much as I think they must feel, now... and saw him out on their branch hopping up and down. It was strange behaviour... and his song... so different. As he did that day and even after the light. It was his way. And he didn't sleep in their nest.  He didn't sleep at all, I believe. Until one day, she arrived. His mate to this day. And I know that is what he thinks I must do. But they are simple.

 I asked him one day if he ever missed his first mate. He looked at me quizically. I tried to ask again, as the one that came before, and he said only that he had always been with his current mate. He believes this. That is his way. I envy him. They cannot conceive of this. 

And they still quiet their song as I return. And they still nuzzle as I walk out of sight, seeing my solitude, feeling complete as they are. And I walk my perimeter, And beyond. Farther every day. Making my plaintive yowl, hoping that it will be answered. And sometimes I lie down and dream... and hope that dreams are not all I will ever have. Or that i awaken and find her there again, as if THIS were the dream, as I had many times before she truly did fall... these always confused me as dreams our life before do now. For what good are dreams in a world where no Thylacine live? And what am I to become that a simple bird pities me? If I didn’t have fondness for them I would gulp them down, not to see that look again. 

Well, my day is nigh, and I must lie down in my den,  again. I push myself beyond my ability every day, and sometimes chew the hemlock leaves, so I don't lie down, but fall... to sleep without pointless dreams... lately of the coming spring and running with my mate by the waters. Yipping, chittering, and nuzzling.

Tasmanian Tiger

Hier begin dit vreemd.

Die Tasmaniese Tier was 'n apex roofdier in Australië, en is teen die laat 1930's tot uitwissing gejaag.

Ek het my oorlede vrou ontmoet deur 'n persoonlike advertensie wat haar ma eintlik beantwoord het... het jou gesê dit raak vreemd! Haar ma het 'n afspraak met my gemaak, en het vir haar gesê om te gaan.
Maar sy het die advertensie gelees voordat sy my kom sien het... en het my wêreld vir 16 jaar verander.

Soos die son daardie eerste oggend opkom, was ons steeds op 'n hoogtepunt van mekaar ontmoet. Twee professionele mense in die musiekbedryf, wat ons eie grootlabel-uitgawes gehad het. Ons het al van mekaar geweet, maar het nie gedroom dat dit sou gebeur nie. Ek het iets genoem oor my advertensie en sy het gesê "Tasmaniese Tigers".
Ek het hulle in my advertensie genoem en sy het nie geweet wat hulle was nie.

So het ek vir haar 'n flikkerende ou film van die laat 1930's gewys wat die laaste oorlewende een in 'n dieretuin in Australië gewys het.
En my gedagte... dat ek die laaste was - hoe sy ook gevoel het...

So het ek my oorspronklike advertensie herhaal... in die hoop om weer so gelukkig te wees, want ek glo in die eerbiediging van jou oorlede, om die beste lewe te hê wat jy kan. Uiteindelik, ons het oefening gehad!

Saam met my musiek, is ek ook 'n romantikus. Die laaste van die ware en getroeblees. Ek weet ek is nie van hierdie wêreld nie. Ten minste nie hier nie. Ek is 'n Tasmaniese Tier. 'n Thylacine, en ek het die aarde gesoek vir 'n ander... en is steeds net een.

Ek was egter nie altyd so nie. My lewe het verander toe ek my maat gesien het wat deur die nuwe roofdiere wat ons bos binnegedring het, neergestort is. Dit is nou vier winters en ek kan steeds die dag onthou toe ek terug na ons hol gekom het en die sangvoëls wat bo ons gewoon het, my gesien het... my stadige gang, my vaste blik... toe hulle ophou sing en ongemaklik was.

Tot vandag toe, stop hulle as ek terugkom met prooi om met niemand te deel nie. Hulle is eenvoudige wesens, maar hulle leef op hulle intuïsie... en nie net hulle eie nie, maar die duisende van hulle voorvaders wat voorheen gekom het, duisende dink as een... en hulle liedere is hulle kennis wat nie geleer word nie... maar beslis werklik.

Hulle het my gevra, maar hulle weet reeds... en ek weet dit... dit is hulle manier om my seergemaakte binne te erken. Hulle sien my terugkom met my prooi na my hol... en sien my oë nat word. Hulle weet nie wat dit is nie, en ek weet ook nie.

Hulle is getref deur my klaaglied. Ek weet ook nie wat dit is nie... ek herken nie enige van wat ek nou doen nie... dit is nie iets waarvan ek eers bewus is nie... maar die klaaglied... hoop teen hoop dat dit beantwoord sal word. Weet dit sal nie wees nie. Al hierdie land is bedek met die eenvoudige wesens, SO eenvoudig, tog volledig... en die hele aarde is met hulle bedek... soveel dat hulle siele die oseaan kon vul... maar sou so vlak wees dat dit skaars my voetkussings sou natmaak...

Ek verstaan nie die natheid in my oë en die onrus in my hart nie, wanneer ek aan die tye van die verlede dink. Ek het nooit geklaaglied nie. Ek het geskree, geklik... en stille puffe lug gemaak om my maat te teken... en ek doen dit steeds, in my drome.

Die voëls het my storie aan die krane vertel... en toe die krane terugkom soos die dae warmer geword het, het hulle vertel van 'n wêreld wat nie meer vir die thylacine was nie... nie 'n hol nie, of 'n spoor. Die watergate het nie 'n voetpad in die modder gewys nie... geen bene nie... en die konings en shrews was dapper... asof hulle niks om te vrees gehad het nie! En talryk... so talryk dat hulle siek en vrot karkasse oor die hele plek blootgestel was... soveel dat die aaseters dit nie eens kon afmaak nie.

So dit blyk dat ek alleen is.

Tasmaniese Tier

I have always had an indescribable urge to create before I had the knowledge and know how now…

Do you luv creating?

Ek het altyd 'n onbeskryflike drang gehad om te skep voordat ek die kennis en vaardigheid gehad het wat ek nou het…

Hou jy daarvan om te skep?

Made it purple and green but the green looks more teal. Not unhappy with it.

New hair color!

Ek het dit pers en groen gemaak, maar die groen lyk meer teal. Ek is nie ongelukkig daarmee nie.

Nuwe haarkleur!

This is coconut oil that was melted(left in the car), then when solid again, it formed these shapes. I thought it was cool, so I took a pic.

What do you see?

Dit is klapperolie wat gesmelt is (in die motor gelaat), en toe dit weer solied is, het dit hierdie vorms gevorm. Ek het gedink dit is cool, so ek het 'n foto geneem.

Wat sien jy?

This my first day out here, idk 🤷🏿‍♂️. Anyway this is my first sketch with no direction.🤣

Ruskado we can too?

Dit is my eerste dag hier, ek weet nie 🤷🏿‍♂️. In elk geval, dit is my eerste skets sonder rigting.🤣

Ruskado ons kan ook?

Soul chart

Sielskaart

Hey, just wanted to share something I painted last year. I felt broken after my break up so I've been offline for a few months now, but she cracked and egg who has seen how much i can give. I'd really like to meet someone this year, someone who appreciates romance but also has dark sense of humour, and drive for adventure. She put the work in so someone should get the benefits 😅

Just sharing some of my art work

Hey, ek wou net iets deel wat ek verlede jaar geverf het. Ek het gebroke gevoel na my breuk, so ek was nou vir 'n paar maande aflyn, maar sy het 'n eier gebroke wat gesien het hoeveel ek kan gee. Ek wil regtig iemand hierdie jaar ontmoet, iemand wat romanse waardeer, maar ook 'n donker sin vir humor het, en 'n drang vir avontuur. Sy het die werk ingesit, so iemand moet die voordele kry 😅

Net 'n bietjie van my kunswerk deel

'n Boo-gemeenskap om ander Creativity entoesiaste te ontmoet.

Creativity Gemeenskap

Wat is jou gunsteling ding om jouself te aarding?

Hallo, Hi, Hola 👋

Chakras in belyning uitdrukking

My onlangse ontwerpe

Mini masker

Sonstraal

Maak die Pros Lys 🫶

Is daar enige enkel ouens wat my wil leer ken wat eksklusief/monogamies is van dating tipe. Stuur 'n boodskap. As dit nie toelaat om 'n boodskap te stuur nie, skryf 'n kommentaar.

Vegan pekanneut tert! 🥧

Kreatiwiteit Is Intelligensie om pret te hê ⚓

Kreatiwiteit

Is dit kreatiwiteit of iets anders?