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

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Hola a tothom! Espero que estigueu tenint un bon dia avui! 👋👋

Hola, Hola, Hola 👋

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?

Després d'un llarg dia de feina o de gestions, què t'agrada fer per connectar-te amb tu mateix i tornar-te a calmar? M'encanta llegir i crear coses diferents quan puc. 😊

Quina és la teva cosa preferida per connectar-te amb tu mateix?

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

Ei! Si algú és de la zona de Houston, podríeu recomanar un lloc per fer-se talls de cabell? Estic interessat en talls alternatius i colors de cabell divertits, tinc molt de cabell i vull desfer-me'n, però m'agradaria tenir suggeriments de qui investigar. (Gat per atenció, es diu Porkchop)

Consell local necessari

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

My first copper ring

Aquest és el primer i únic anell de coure que he fet... és de doble capa.

El meu primer anell de coure

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?

Això és oli de coco que es va fondre (deixat al cotxe), després quan es va solidificar de nou, va formar aquestes formes. Em va semblar genial, així que vaig fer una foto.

Què veus?

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

Chakras in alignment expression

Només pensava que compartiria algunes de les meves obres d'art Asé ✨

Expressió d'alineació dels chakras

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

My recent designs

Sóc un artista freelance que es especialitza en gravat i aquarel·la.

Els meus dissenys recents

The imagination is a skill tree might as well unlock them

Some of my crafts

La imaginació és un arbre de habilitats, millor desbloquejar-les

Algunes de les meves manualitats

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

Mini mask

He fet una petita mascareta de fang blanc. Només falta pintar-la😊

Mascareta

Martial arts 🥋

Arts marcials 🥋

Sunburst

My recent art work

La meva obra d'art recent

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

Last thing I made

Mai havia muntat res semblant, també toca música

Última cosa que vaig fer

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

Marble run

Així que acabo de construir la meva segona cursa de marbres que funciona força bé

Cursa de marbres

iPad doodle

dibuix de l'iPad

New skill unlocked

Nova habilitat desbloquejada

Colored on stream

Vaig colorar en directe la setmana passada

Colorat en directe

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

És una mascota de treball. Fem una foto seva cada dues setmanes, per portar una mica de fantasia a les vides de la gent. Aquí hi ha una de les seves fotos de Pasqua que no es va compartir a la feina aquest any!

Això és 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?

Si et veiessis obligat a veure una pel·lícula durant la resta de la teva vida i la poguessis escollir, quina escolliries? 🫩

Resta de la teva vida?

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!

Durant uns anys he estat fent titelles de gats dels meus propis gats i recentment he començat a vendre comissions així com altres articles en tribut als animals de companyia. Incloent sabates, figures, pins i figures de feltre!

Titelles de gats!

Takie coś wyszło

Ha sortit alguna cosa així

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

El meu Pokémon favorit 💥☠️
Quin és el teu?

Toxicroak utilitza Punxó Verinós!

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Darrere les càmeres de deixat enrere.

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

Blocked

Com aconsegueixes que el dolor es converteixi novament en art?

Bloquejat

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?

Jo voldria escollir el martell meteòric, encara que gairebé no ofereix defensa, l'ofensiva és aclaparadora. Sense mencionar la bellesa en els moviments i el flux tant de l'arma com de la persona.

Si poguessis aprendre i dominar 1 arma, quina escolliries?

Creativity Is Thy Name

La creativitat és el teu nom

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

Tinc coses penjants força boniques així que demà compraré alguns ganxos. Actualitzaré amb la instal·lació acabada.

Vull alguna cosa sobre el meu llit

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

Tenia una sola imatge i idea d'una sauna econòmica de llenya i vaig fer un esbós i vaig construir la resta amb la meva ment i eines. I aquí està.

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

Res no ajuda a fer el meu dia millor que gaudir d'una estona amb la meva pintura d'art per números amb una tassa de te per gaudir i una mica d'encens.

El meu diamant per números és un hobby que gaudeixo

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

De vegades, mentre em pregunto sobre el progrés de la meva personalitat, recordo els dies fora del 9 a 5. Quan un nen podia dissenyar. Una caixa lletja en una prestatgeria es va convertir en un vaixell per al nerdom. Un radioshack quan existia podia subministrar els circuits per crear. Quina edat abandonem per indiferència el nostre foc per expressar.

El Tinkering Tick

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

Paint :3

Acabo de triar alguns colors per al marc del meu llit. Com ens sentim

Pintura :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

Això és un exemple del que passa quan em desconecto a casa sola. Afegiu música d'ambient de la vostra elecció.

El que veuen els altres vs com ho faig jo

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

elves or gnomes

Crec que m'agraden més els elfs, però m'agrada més el sentit de l'humor dels nans.

elfs o nans

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

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Havia de sortir-me un quadre amb una cistella de flors però aquí alguna cosa no quadra 🫣

Això és el que he fet a la teràpia ocupacional 🤭

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

Com a dalt, així a baix. Com a dins, així a fora...

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

Aquí és on es posa estrany.

El tigre de Tasmania era un depredador àpex a Austràlia, i va ser caçat fins a l'extinció a finals dels anys 30.

Vaig conèixer la meva difunta esposa a través d'un anunci personal que la seva mare va respondre... t'ho vaig dir, es posa estrany! La seva mare va concertar una cita amb mi i li va dir que anés.
Però ella va llegir l'anunci abans de venir a veure'm... i va canviar el meu món durant 16 anys.

Quan va sortir el sol aquell primer matí, encara estàvem en aquest estat d'eufòria per haver-nos conegut. Dos professionals del món de la música, que teníem llançaments amb grans segells. Ja ens coneixíem, però no somiàvem que això passaria. Vaig mencionar alguna cosa sobre el meu anunci i ella va dir "Tigres de Tasmania".
Jo els havia mencionat en el meu anunci i ella no sabia què eren.

Així que li vaig mostrar una pel·lícula antiga i parpellejant dels anys 30 que mostrava l'últim que sobrevisqué en un zoo a Austràlia.
I el meu pensament... que jo era l'últim - com ella també se sentia...

Així que vaig reprendre el meu anunci original... amb l'esperança de tenir aquella sort de nou, ja que crec en honrar els teus difunts, per tenir la millor vida que puguis. Després de tot, hem tingut pràctica!

A més de la meva música, també sóc un romàntic. L'últim dels veritables i afligits. Sé que no sóc d'aquest món. No aquí, almenys. Sóc un tigre de Tasmania. Un tilací, i he cercat la terra per un altre... i encara sóc només un.

No sempre he estat així, però. La meva vida va canviar quan vaig veure el meu company caure davant dels nous depredadors que van invadir el nostre bosc. Ja han passat quatre hiverns i encara recordo el dia que vaig tornar a la nostra cova i els ocells cantaires que vivien sobre nosaltres em van veure... el meu pas lent, la meva mirada fixa... mentre deixaven de cantar i estaven inquiets.

Fins al dia d'avui, s'aturen quan torno amb la presa per compartir amb ningú. Són criatures senzilles, però viuen de la seva intuïció... i no només la seva, sinó la de milers dels seus avantpassats que van venir abans, milers pensen com un... i les seves cançons són el seu coneixement que no s'aprèn... però que és certament real.

M'han preguntat, però ja ho saben... i jo sé això... és la seva manera d'acknowledge el meu dolor interior. Em veuen portant la meva presa a la meva cova... i veuen els meus ulls humits. No saben què és, i jo tampoc.

Són colpits pel meu udol planyent. Jo tampoc sé què és... no reconec res del que faig ara... no és res del que sigui conscient... però l'udol... esperant contra l'esperança que sigui contestat. Sabent que no ho serà. Tota aquesta terra està coberta de les criatures senzilles, TAN senzilles, però completes... i tota la terra està coberta d'elles... tantes com les seves ànimes podrien omplir l'oceà... però serien tan poc profundes que gairebé humitejarien les meves potes...

No entenc la humitat als meus ulls i la inquietud al meu cor, quan penso en els temps passats. Mai vaig udolar. Vaig fer petits crits, xerricava... i feia petits bufets d'aire per senyalar el meu company... i encara ho faig, en els meus somnis.

Els ocells van explicar la meva història als grues... i quan les grues van tornar a mesura que els dies es van escalfar, van parlar d'un món que ja no era per al tilací... ni una cova, ni rastre. Els abeuradors no mostraven cap petjada a la terra... sense ossos... i els conills i musaranys eren agosarats... com si no tinguessin res a temer! I nombrosos... tan nombrosos que eren cadàvers malalts i en descomposició exposats per tot arreu... tant que els carronyaires ni tan sols podien acabar-los.

Així que sembla

Tigre de Tasmania

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

Do you luv creating?

Sempre he tingut una necessitat indescriptible de crear abans de tenir el coneixement i el saber fer que tinc ara…

T'agrada crear?

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Hola, Hola, Hola 👋

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Consell local necessari

El meu primer anell de coure

Què veus?

Expressió d'alineació dels chakras

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