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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?

Pärast pikka töö- või toimetuste päeva, mida sulle meeldib teha, et end maandada ja taas rahulikuks saada? Mulle meeldib lugeda ja luua erinevaid asju, kui mul on võimalus. 😊

Mis on sinu lemmikasi, mida teha, et end maandada?

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

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Tere kõigile! Loodan, et teil on täna hea päev! 👋👋

Tere, Tere, Hola 👋

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

Chakras in alignment expression

Mõtlesin, et jagan natuke oma kunsti Asé ✨

Tšakrate joondamise väljendus

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

My recent designs

Ma olen vabakutseline kunstnik, kes spetsialiseerub trükkimisele ja akvarellile.

Minu hiljutised disainid

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

Mini mask

Tehtud on väike mask valgest savist. Jäänud on vaid see värvida😊

Sunburst

Päikesepaiste

My recent art work

Minu hiljutine kunstiteos

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

Last thing I made

Ma pole kunagi midagi sellist kokku pannud, see mängib ka muusikat

Viimane asi, mille ma tegin

iPad doodle

iPadi joonistus

New skill unlocked

Uus oskus avatud

Colored on stream

Värvisin voos

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

Ta on töömaskott. Me teeme temast iga kahe nädala tagant pildi, et tuua inimeste ellu natuke mängulisust. Siin on üks tema lihavõttepilt, mida sel aastal tööl ei jagatud!

See on 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?

Kui sind sunnitaks vaatama filmi kogu ülejäänud elu ja sa saaksid selle valida, mida sa valiksid? 🫩

Ülejäänud elu?

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!

Mõnda aega olen teinud kassikujusid oma kassidest ja hiljuti olen hakanud müüma ka tellimusi ning muid lemmikloomade mälestusesemeid. Sealhulgas kingad, figuurid, nööbid ja villased figuurid!

Kassikujud!

Takie coś wyszło

Nii midagi tuli välja

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

Minu lemmik Pokémon 💥☠️
Kes on sinu?

Toxicroak kasutab Mürgipistikut!

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

Hei! Kui keegi on Houstonis, kas saaksite soovitada kohta, kus juukseid lõigata? Mind huvitavad alternatiivsed lõiked ja lõbus juuksevärv, mul on palju juukseid ja tahan neist lahti saada, aga tahaksin soovitusi, kelle kohta uurida. (Kass tähelepanu saamiseks, tema nimi on Porkchop)

Kohalikud soovitused vajalikud

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Jätkuvalt unustatud.

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

Blocked

Kuidas sa saad end sundida, et valu muutuks taas kunstiks?

Blokeeritud

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?

Ma tahaksin valida meteoriidi vasara, isegi kui see ei paku peaaegu mingit kaitset, on rünnak ülekaalukas. Rääkimata liikumiste ja voolu ilust nii relva kui ka inimese puhul.

Kui sa saaksid õppida ja valitseda 1 relvaga, mida sa valiksid?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Loovus on Sinu Nimi

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

Mul on päris riputatavad asjad, nii et ma ostan homme mõned konksud. Uuendan lõpetatud paigaldusega.

Ma tahan midagi oma voodi kohale

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

Miski ei aita mu päeva, vaid nautida veidi aega oma numbrite kunstimaalimisega koos poti tee ja natuke viirukiga.

Minu numberite järgi on mu hobi, mida naudin

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

Mõnikord, kui ma mõtlen oma isiksuse arengule, meenutan ma päevi väljaspool 9-5. Kui laps sai disainida. Inetu kast riiulil muutus nerdide laevaks. Radioshack, kui see eksisteeris, sai pakkuda ringlusi loomiseks. Millisel ajal me ükskõiksuse tõttu loobume oma tulest väljendada.

Käkerdis Tick

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

Paint :3

Värv :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

See on näide sellest, mis juhtub, kui ma kodus üksi olles mõtetesse kaon. Lisa meeleolu muusika valik, mis mõjutab.

Mida teised näevad vs kuidas mina näen

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

elves or gnomes

Ma arvan, et mulle meeldivad haldjate välimus, aga mulle meeldib päkapikkude huumorimeel rohkem.

haldjad või päkapikud

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

My first copper ring

See on esimene ja ainus vaskrõngas, mille ma tegin... see on kahekordne kiht.

Minu esimene vaskrõngas

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

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Mul pidi tulema ruudustik koos lillekorviga, aga midagi on valesti 🫣

Selline asi tehtud tegevusravis 🤭

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

Marble run

Nii et ma just ehitasin oma teise marmoritõkke, mis töötab üsna hästi

Marmoritõke

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

Nagu ülal, nii all. Nagu sees, nii väljas...

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

Siin hakkab imelikuks minema. 

Tasmaania tiiger oli Austraalia tippkiskja ja jahiti välja 1930. aastate lõpuks. 

Ma kohtusin oma hilja abikaasaga isikliku kuulutuse kaudu, millele tema ema tegelikult vastas... ütlesin, et see läheb imelikuks! Tema ema tegi minuga kohtumise ja ütles talle, et minge. 
Aga ta luges kuulutust enne, kui ta tuli mind vaatama... ja muutis mu maailma 16 aastaks. 

Kui päike tõusis sellel esimesel hommikul, olime me endiselt selle kohtumise eufoorias. Kaks professionaali muusikatööstuses, kellel olid oma suured plaadilepingud. Me teadsime juba üksteisest, aga ei unistanud, et see juhtub. Mainisin midagi oma kuulutuse kohta ja ta ütles "Tasmaania tiigrid". 
Ma olin neid oma kuulutuses maininud ja ta ei teadnud, mis need on.

Nii näitasin talle vanaaegset vilkuvat filmi 1930. aastatest, kus näidati viimast ellujäänut Austraalia loomaaias. 
Ja mu mõte... et ma olin viimane - kuidas tema end tundis... 

Nii kordasin oma algset kuulutust... lootes, et olen jälle nii õnnelik, kuna usun, et tuleb austada oma lahkunud, et elada parimat elu, mida suudad. Lõppude lõpuks, meil on olnud harjutamine! 

Koos oma muusikaga olen ma ka romantik. Viimane tõeline ja vaevatud. Ma tean, et ma ei ole sellest maailmast. Mitte siin, vähemalt. Ma olen Tasmaania tiiger. Thylacine, ja olen otsinud maalt teist... ja olen endiselt ainus. 

Ma ei olnud alati selline. Minu elu muutus, kui nägin oma kaaslast uute kiskjate poolt maha lööduna, kes meie metsa tungisid. Nüüd on möödunud neli talve ja ma mäletan endiselt päeva, kui ma naasin meie urgu ja laululinnud, kes elasid meie kohal, nägid mind... mu aeglast sammu, mu kindlat pilku... kui nad lõpetasid laulmise ja tundsid end ebamugavalt. 

Kuni tänaseni nad peatavad, kui ma tulen tagasi saagiga, et jagada seda mitte kellegagi. Nad on lihtsad olendid, kuid elavad oma intuitsiooni järgi... ja mitte ainult oma, vaid ka tuhandete oma esivanemate järgi, kes tulid enne, tuhanded mõtlevad kui üks... ja nende laulud on nende teadmised, mis ei ole õpitud... kuid kindlasti on need reaalsed. 

Nad on küsinud minult, aga nad teavad juba... ja ma tean seda... see on nende viis tunnustada mu sisemist valu. Nad näevad mind, kui ma toon oma saagi tagasi oma urgu... ja näevad mu silmade niiskumist. Nad ei tea, mis see on, ja mina ka ei tea. 

Nad on löödud mu kurva ulgumise tõttu. Ma ei tea, mis see on, samuti... ma ei tunne ära midagi, mida ma nüüd teen... see ei ole midagi, millest ma isegi teadlik olen... aga ulgumine... lootes lootusetult, et sellele vastatakse. Teades, et see ei juhtu. Kogu see maa on kaetud lihtsate olenditega, NII lihtsate, kuid täielike... ja kogu maa on nende üle kaetud... nii palju, et nende hinged võiksid täita ookeani... kuid oleks nii madal, et vaevu niisutaks mu jalataldu... 

Ma ei mõista niiskust oma silmades ja rahutust oma südames, kui mõtlen möödunud aegadele. Ma ei ole kunagi ulgunud. Ma olen kähisenud, tšitterdanud... ja teinud vaikseid õhu puhanguid, et signaalida oma kaaslast... ja ma teen seda endiselt, oma unedes. 

Linnud rääkisid mu lugu tõugudele... ja kui tõugud naasid, kui päevad soojenesid, rääkisid nad maailmast, mis ei olnud enam thylacine'ile... ei urgu, ega jälge. Veekohad ei näidanud mudas ühtegi jalajälge... ei luid... ja küülikud ja hiired olid jul

Tasmaania Tiiger

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

Do you luv creating?

Mul on alati olnud kirjeldamatu tung luua, enne kui mul oli nüüd teadmisi ja oskusi...

Kas sa armastad loomist?

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

New hair color!

Tehtud lilla ja roheline, aga roheline näeb rohkem türkiissinine välja. Ei ole sellega rahul.

Uus juuksevärv!

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?

See on kookosõli, mis sulas (jäeti autosse), ja kui see taas tahkeks muutus, moodustas see sellised kujundid. Arvasin, et see on lahe, nii et tegin pildi.

Mida sa näed?

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

Ruskado we can too?

See on mu esimene päev siin, ei tea 🤷🏿‍♂️. Igatahes, see on mu esimene joonistus ilma suunata.🤣

Creativity kogukond

Mis on sinu lemmikasi, mida teha, et end maandada?

Tere, Tere, Hola 👋

Tšakrate joondamise väljendus

Minu hiljutised disainid

Mini mask

Päikesepaiste

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