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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?

Nakon dugog dana posla ili obaveza, šta voliš raditi da se prizemljiš i ponovo smiriš? Volim čitati i stvarati različite stvari kada mogu. 😊

Šta je tvoja omiljena stvar koju radiš da se prizemljiš?

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

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Zdravo svima! Nadam se da imate dobar dan danas! 👋👋

Zdravo, Hi, Hola 👋

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

Chakras in alignment expression

Samo sam htio podijeliti neka od svojih umjetničkih djela Asé ✨

Izraz usklađenih čakri

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

My recent designs

Ja sam slobodni umjetnik koji se specijalizirao za grafiku i akvarel.

Moji nedavni dizajni

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

Mini mask

Napravio sam malu masku od bijele gline. Sve što preostaje je da je obojim😊

Mini maska

Martial arts 🥋

Borilačke vještine 🥋

Sunburst

My recent art work

Moj nedavni umjetnički rad

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

Last thing I made

Nikada nisam sastavio ništa ovako, također svira muziku

Posljednja stvar koju sam napravio

iPad doodle

iPad crtež

New skill unlocked

Nova vještina otključana

Colored on stream

Obojeno na streamu

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

On je radni maskota. Svakih četrnaest dana pravimo njegovu sliku, da unesemo malo maštovitosti u živote ljudi. Evo jedne od njegovih uskršnjih fotografija koja nije podijeljena na poslu ove godine!

Ovo je 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?

Ako bi bio prisiljen da gledaš film do kraja svog života i mogao bi da ga izabereš, šta bi izabrao? 🫩

Ostatak tvog života?

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!

Već nekoliko godina pravim mačje lutke od svojih mačaka i nedavno sam počeo prodavati narudžbe kao i druge predmete u čast kućnim ljubimcima. Uključujući cipele, figure, bedževe i filcane figure!

Mačje lutke!

Takie coś wyszło

Izašlo je nešto takvo

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

Moj omiljeni Pokémon 💥☠️
Koji je tvoj?

Toxicroak koristi 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

Hej! Ako je neko u području Houstona, možete li preporučiti mjesto za šišanje? Zanimaju me alternativne frizure i zabavne boje kose, imam puno kose i želim se riješiti nje, ali bih volio imati prijedloge koga istražiti. (Mačka za pažnju, zove se Porkchop)

Potrebni lokalni savjeti

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Iza scene ostavljenog.

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

Blocked

Kako se natjerati da bol ponovo pretvoriš u umjetnost?

Blokirano

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?

Želio bih izabrati meteorsku čekić, čak i ako gotovo ne pruža odbranu, ofanziva je nevjerovatna. Da ne spominjem ljepotu u pokretima i toku i oružja i osobe

Ako biste mogli naučiti i ovladati 1 oružjem, šta biste izabrali?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Kreativnost je tvoje ime

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

Imam prilično viseće stvari pa ću sutra kupiti neke kuke. Ažuriraću sa gotovom instalacijom.

Želim nešto iznad svog kreveta

I had a single picture and idea of a wood burning budget sauna and I made a sketch and built the rest with my mind and tools. And here it is.

Sauna

Imao sam jednu sliku i ideju o jeftinoj sauni na drva i napravio sam skicu i izgradio ostatak sa svojim mislima i alatima. I evo je.

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

Ništa ne pomaže da mi dan bude bolji osim uživanja u vremenu provedenom sa svojom brojevnom umjetnošću slikanja uz lonac čaja za uživanje i malo tamjana.

Moj dijamant po broju je hobi koji uživam

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

Ponekad dok razmišljam o napretku svoje ličnosti, prisjećam se dana izvan 9 do 5. Kada je dijete moglo dizajnirati. Ružna kutija na polici postala je posuda za nerdstvo. Radioshack, kada je postojao, mogao je opskrbiti krugovima za stvaranje. Koje doba napuštamo ravnodušno našu vatru za izražavanje.

Tinkering Tick

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

Paint :3

Upravo sam odabrao neke boje za svoj okvir kreveta. Kako se osjećamo

Boje :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

Ovo je primjer šta se dešava kada se isključim kod kuće sam. Dodajte muziku po izboru za efekat.

Šta drugi vide vs kako ja vidim

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

My first copper ring

Ovo je prvi i jedini bakarni prsten koji sam napravio... ima dvostruki sloj.

Moj prvi bakarni prsten

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

elves or gnomes

Mislim da mi se sviđa izgled vilenjaka, ali više volim smisao za humor patuljaka.

vilenjaci ili patuljci

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

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Trebala je ispasti kocka s košaricom za cvijeće, ali nešto ovdje ne štima 🫣

Takvo nešto napravljeno na radnoj terapiji 🤭

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

Marble run

Tako da sam upravo izgradio svoju drugu mramornu stazu koja prilično dobro funkcioniše

Mramorna staza

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

Kao gore, tako i dolje. Kao unutra, tako i van...

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

Evo gdje postaje čudno. 

Tasmanski tigar bio je vrhunski predator u Australiji, i izlovljen do izumiranja do kasnih 1930-ih. 

Svoju preminulu suprugu upoznao sam preko ličnog oglasa na koji je njena majka zapravo odgovorila... rekoh da postaje čudno! Njena majka je dogovorila sastanak sa mnom i rekla joj da dođe.
Ali je pročitala oglas prije nego što je došla da me vidi... i promijenila mi svijet na 16 godina. 

Dok je sunce izlazilo tog prvog jutra, još smo bili na visokom od susreta. Dva profesionalca u muzičkoj industriji, koji smo imali vlastite velike etikete. Već smo se poznavali, ali nismo sanjali da će se ovo dogoditi. Spomenuo sam nešto o svom oglasu, a ona je rekla "Tasmanski tigrovi". 
Spomenuo sam ih u svom oglasu, a ona nije znala šta su.

Tako sam joj pokazao trepćući stari film iz kasnih 1930-ih koji je prikazivao posljednjeg preživjelog u zoološkom vrtu u Australiji.
I moja misao... da sam ja posljednji - kako se ona također osjećala... 

Tako sam ponovo napisao svoj originalni oglas... nadajući se da ću opet imati tu sreću, jer vjerujem u poštovanje svojih preminulih, da imam najbolji život koji mogu. Uostalom, imali smo vježbu! 

Pored svoje muzike, ja sam također romantičar. Posljednji od pravih i pogođenih. Znam da nisam od ovog svijeta. Ne ovdje, barem. Ja sam tasmanski tigar. Tylacine, i tražio sam zemlju za drugog... i još uvijek sam samo jedan. 

Nisam uvijek bio ovakav, međutim. Moj život se promijenio kada sam vidio svog partnera kako ga obaraju novi predatori koji su napali našu šumu. Prošle su četiri zime i još uvijek se sjećam dana kada sam se vratio u našu jazbinu i ptice pjevačice koje su živjele iznad nas su me vidjele... moj spor hod, moj fiksni pogled... dok su prestale pjevati i bile nelagodne. 

Do danas, prestaju kada se vraćam s plijenom da podijelim s nikim. Oni su jednostavna bića, ali žive na svojoj intuiciji... i ne samo svojoj, već tisućama svojih predaka koji su došli prije, tisuće misle kao jedno... i njihove pjesme su njihovo znanje koje nije naučeno... ali sigurno je stvarno. 

Pitali su me, ali već znaju... i ja to znam... to je njihov način da priznaju moju bol unutra. Vide me kako donosim svoj plijen u svoju jazbinu... i vide mi oči kako se vlaže. Ne znaju šta je to, a ni ja ne znam. 

Pogodila ih je moja tužna vika. Ni ja ne znam šta je to... ne prepoznajem ništa od onoga što sada radim... to nije nešto čega sam svjestan... ali vika... nadajući se protiv nade da će biti odgovorena. Znajući da neće. Cijela ova zemlja je prekrivena jednostavnim bićima, TOLIKO jednostavnim, a opet potpunim... i cijela zemlja je prekrivena njima... toliko da bi njihove duše mogle napuniti okean... ali bi bile toliko plitke da jedva vlaže moje šape... 

Ne razumijem vlagu u svojim očima i nemir u svom srcu, kada mislim na prošla vremena. Nikada nisam vikao. Lajao sam, cvrčao... i ispuštao tihe povike da signaliziram svom partneru... i još uvijek to radim, u svojim snovima. 

Ptice su ispričale moju priču ždralovima... i kada su se ždralovi vratili kako su dani postajali topliji, pričali su o svijetu koji više nije bio za tasmanskog tigra... ni jazbinu, ni traga. Vodene rupe nisu pokazivale nijednu šapu u blatu... nijednu kost... i zečevi i muhe su bili hrabri... kao da nemaju

Tasmanski tigar

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

Do you luv creating?

Uvijek sam imao neopisivu potrebu za stvaranjem prije nego što sam stekao znanje i vještine koje imam sada…

Da li voliš stvarati?

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

New hair color!

Napravila sam je ljubičastom i zelenom, ali zelena izgleda više kao tirkizna. Nije mi loše.

Nova boja kose!

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?

Ovo je kokosovo ulje koje se otopilo (ostavljeno u autu), a zatim kada se ponovo stvrdnulo, formiralo je ove oblike. Mislio sam da je cool, pa sam napravio sliku.

Šta vidiš?

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

Ruskado we can too?

Ovo je moj prvi dan ovdje, ne znam 🤷🏿‍♂️. U svakom slučaju, ovo je moj prvi crtež bez pravca.🤣

Ruskado možemo i mi?

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Šta je tvoja omiljena stvar koju radiš da se prizemljiš?

Zdravo, Hi, Hola 👋

Izraz usklađenih čakri

Moji nedavni dizajni

Mini maska

Borilačke vještine 🥋

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Veganska pita od pekana! 🥧

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