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📍Exmouth

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

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Hallo elkenien! Hoop dat jimme in goede dei hawwe hjoed! 👋👋

Hallo, Hi, Hola 👋

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

Chakras in alignment expression

Gewoan tocht dat ik wat fan myn keunstwurk diele soe Asé ✨

Chakra's yn alignment útdrukking

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

My recent designs

Ik bin in frijberopskunstner dy't spesjaliseart yn printmaking en aquarel.

Myn resinte ûntwerpen

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

Mini mask

Ik haw in lyts masker makke fan wite klei. Alles wat oerbleaun is, is it te kleurjen😊

Sunburst

My recent art work

Myn resinte keunstwurk

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

Last thing I made

Ik haw noch noait wat sa't dit gearstald, it spilet ek muzyk

Lêste ding dat ik makke

iPad doodle

iPad krabbel

Colored on stream

Kleurd op stream

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 in wurkmascot. Wy meitsje om de fjirtich dagen in foto fan him, om in bytsje whimsy ta te foegjen oan 'e libbens fan minsken. Hjir is ien fan syn Easterfoto's dy't dit jier net op it wurk diele waard!

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 jo twongen waarden om in film te sjen foar de rest fan jo libben en jo koene it kieze, wat soene jo kieze? 🫩

Rest fan jo libben?

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!

Foar in pear jier meitsje ik kat marionetten fan myn eigen katten en haw ik koartlyn ek begûn mei it ferkeapjen fan kommisjes, as oare huldiging items foar húsdieren. Ynklusyf skuon, figueren, pins en fielt figueren!

Kat marionetten!

Takie coś wyszło

Takie iets útkam

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

Myn favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Wa is dyne?

Toxicroak brûkt 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 immen yn 'e Houston-omjouwing is, kinne jo in plak oanbefelje om hier te knippen? Ik bin ynteressearre yn alternatyf knippen en leuke hierkleur, ik haw in soad hier en ik wol derfan ôf, mar ik soe graach suggestjes hawwe fan wa't ik ûndersykje kin. (Kat foar oandacht, syn namme is Porkchop)

Lokaal advys nedich

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?

Nei in lange dei fan wurk en of taken, wat fynst leuk om te dwaan om te grûnjen en dy wer kalm te krijen? Ik hâld fan lêzen en it meitsjen fan ferskillende dingen as ik kin. 😊

Wat is dyn favorite ding om te grûnjen?

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Achter de skermen fan left behind.

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

Blocked

Hoe krije jo it foar elkoar om de pine wer yn keunst te litten feroarje?

Blockearre

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?

Ik soe it meteor hammer kieze wolle, ek al jout it hast gjin ferdigening, de oanfal is oermachtich. Net te ferjitten de moaiheid yn 'e bewegingen en flow fan sawol it wapen as de persoan

As jo ien wapen leare en masterje koene, wat soene jo kieze?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Kreativiteit Is Dyn Namme

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

Ik haw moaie hingende dingen, dus ik sil moarn wat haken keapje. Ik sil bywurkje mei de ôfmakke ynstallaasje.

Ik wol wat boppe myn bêd

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

Gjin help makket myn dei, mar genietsje fan wat tiid mei myn nûmer keunstferfier mei in pot tee om te genietsjen en wat ynsekt.

My diamond troch nûmer binne hobby dy't ik genietsje

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, as ik my ôffraach oer de foarútgong fan myn persoanlikheid, tink ik werom oan dagen bûten de 9 oant 5. Wannear't in bern ûntwerpe koe. In lelijke doaze op in plank waard in fêste foar nerdom. In radioshack, doe't it der wie, koe de sirkwitsen leverje om te meitsjen. Hokker leeftyd ferlitte wy troch ûnferstân ús fjoer om te útdrukken.

De Tinkering Tick

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

Paint :3

Ik ha wat kleuren keazen foar myn bêdframe. Hoe fiele wy?

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 in foarbyld fan wat der bart as ik thús allinne yn 'e gedachten ferlies. Foegje de muzyk fan jo kar ta dy't effekt hat.

Wat oaren sjogge vs hoe't ik it sjoch

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

elves or gnomes

Ik tink dat ik de manier hoe elfen derútseine leuk fyn, mar ik fyn de humor fan gnomes mear leuk.

elfen of gnomes

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

My first copper ring

Dit is de earste en iennige koper ring dy't ik makke haw... it is dûbel laach.

Myn earste koper ring

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

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

It soe in rút wêze moatte mei in mandje foar blommen, mar der is wat net yn 'e haak 🫣

Neem wat dien op occupational therapy 🤭

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

Marble run

Sa't ik gewoan myn twadde marmerbaan boud haw dy't best goed rint

Marmerbaan

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

As boppe, sa ûnder. As binnen, sa bûten...

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

Hjir is it dat it weird wurdt.

De Tasmanian Tiger wie in apex predator yn Austraalje, en waard yn 'e lette 1930-er jierren opjage oant útstjerren.

Ik moete myn ferstoarne frou troch in persoanlike advertinsje dy't har mem eins beäntwurde... sei ik al dat it weird wurdt! Har mem makke in ôfspraak mei my, en sei har om te gean.
Mar se lies de advertinsje foar't se my kaam sjen... en feroare myn wrâld foar 16 jier.

As de sinne opkaam dy earste moarn, wiene wy noch op dizze hichte fan it moetsjen fan elkoar. Twa professionals yn 'e muzyk, dy't grutte label releases fan ús eigen hiene. Wy wisten al fan elkoar, mar dromden net dat dit barre soe. Ik neamde wat oer myn advertinsje en se sei "Tasmanian Tigers".
Ik hie se neamd yn myn advertinsje en se wist net wat se wiene.

Sa toande ik har in flikkerjende âlde film út 'e lette 1930-er jierren dy't de lêste oerlibjende yn in dieretún yn Austraalje toande.
En myn gedachte... dat ik de lêste wie - hoe't se har ek fielde...

Sa herhaalde ik myn orizjinele advertinsje... hoopjend om dy gelok wer te hawwen, om't ik leau yn it eare fan jo ferstoarne, om it bêste libben te hawwen dat jo kinne. Uteinlik hawwe wy oefening hân!

Tegearre mei myn muzyk, bin ik ek in romantikus. De lêste fan 'e wiere en ferkrêfte. Ik wit dat ik net fan dizze wrâld bin. Net hjir, tenminste. Ik bin in Tasmanian Tiger. In thylacine, en ik haw de ierde socht foar in oar... en bin noch mar as ien.

Ik wie net altyd sa, lykwols. Myn libben feroare as ik seach hoe't myn maat fallen waard troch de nije predators dy't ús bosk ynvadearren. It is no fjouwer winters en ik kin de dei noch herinnerje dat ik weromkaam nei ús hol en de sjongfûgels dy't boppe ús libben my sieten te sjen... myn langzame gait, myn fêste stjer... as se stopten mei sjongen en ûnfrede hiene.

Tot de dei fan hjoed stopje se as ik weromkom mei proai om te dielen mei gjinien. Se binne ienfâldige wêzens, mar se libje op har ynsjoch... en net allinnich harren eigen, mar de tûzenen fan har foarâlden dy't foarhinne kamen, tûzenen tinke as ien... en har songs binne har kennis dy't net leard is... mar seker echt.

Se hawwe my frege, mar se witte al... en ik wit dit... it is har manier om myn pine binnen te erkennen. Se sjogge my myn proai werombringe nei myn hol... en sjogge myn eagen fielend. Se witte net wat dat is, en ik ek net.

Se binne troffen troch myn klaaien. Ik wit ek net wat it is... ik herken neat fan wat ik no doch... it is net wat ik sels bewust fan bin... mar de klaai... hoopje tsjin hoop dat it beäntwurde wurdt. Witte dat it net wêze sil. Al dizze grûn is bedekt mei de ienfâldige wêzens, SO ienfâldich, mar folslein... en de hiele ierde is dermei bedekt... sa folle as har sielen de oseaan folje koene... mar soene sa flak wêze as om myn foetpads amper te wiet te meitsjen...

Ik begripe de fieding yn myn eagen en de ûnfrede yn myn hert net, as ik tink oan de tiden fan 't ferline. Ik haw nea klaaid. Ik haw jipped, chittered... en makke stille puffen fan lucht om myn maat te sinjalearjen... en ik doch it noch, yn myn dromen.

De fûgels fertelden myn ferhaal oan 'e kranen... en doe't de kranen weromkaam as de dagen waarmer waarden, fertelden se fan in wrâld dy't net mear foar de thylacine wie... net in hol, noch spoar. De wettergatten toanden gjin foetpad yn 'e modder... gjin bonken... en de konijnen en shrews wiene bold

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

Do you luv creating?

Ik haw altyd in ûnferklearbere drang hân om te meitsjen foardat ik de kennis en it know-how no hie…

Hawwe jo leaf om te meitsjen?

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

New hair color!

Makke it paars en grien mar it grien sjocht mear teal. Net ûngelokkich mei.

Nije 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 kokosnootolie dy't smelt is (litten yn 'e auto), en doe't it wer fêst wie, foarmde it dizze foarmen. Ik fûn it moai, dus naam ik in foto.

Wat sjochst?

Soul chart

Sielkaart

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, ik woe gewoan wat diele dat ik ferfierde ferline jier. Ik fielde my brutsen nei myn útienriding, dus ik bin no al in pear moannen offline, mar sy hat in aai krakt dy't sjoen hat hoefolle ik jaan kin. Ik soe echt graach immen moetsje wolle dit jier, immen dy't românse wurdearret mar ek in tsjuster sin foar humor hat, en drang foar aventoer. Sy hat der wurk yn stekt, dus immen soe de foardielen krije moatte 😅

Gewoan wat fan myn keunstwurk diele

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📍Exmouth

Hallo, Hi, Hola 👋

Chakra's yn alignment útdrukking

Myn resinte ûntwerpen

Mini mask

Sunburst

Myn nije bachelor hûs diel 1

Mak de Pros List 🫶

Is der immen ienige mannen dy't my kenne wolle dy't eksklusyf/monogam binne fan datingtype. Stjoer in berjocht. As it net tastien is om in berjocht te stjoeren, skriuw dan in reaksje.

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