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📍Exmouth

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?

Tar éis lae fada oibre nó gníomhaíochtaí, cad é an rud is maith leat a dhéanamh chun tú féin a thiontú agus tú féin a shlánú arís? Is aoibhinn liom a léamh agus rudaí éagsúla a chruthú nuair is féidir. 😊

Cad é an rud is fearr leat a dhéanamh chun tú féin a thiontú?

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

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Dia dhuit a chairde! Tá súil agam go bhfuil lá maith agaibh inniu! 👋👋

Dia dhuit, Hi, Hola 👋

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

Chakras in alignment expression

Samhlaigh go bhfuil mé ag roinnt cuid de mo shaothar Asé ✨

Comhoiriúnacht chakras

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

My recent designs

Is ealaíontóir neamhspleách mé a shonraíonn i gcruthú priontála agus uisce.

Mo dhearaí le déanaí

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

Mini mask

Rinne mé masg beag as cré bán. Níl ann ach é a dhathú😊

Masg beag

Sunburst

Duine de mo chruthaitheachtaí le déanaí

Grianmhar

My recent art work

Mo shaothar ealaíne le déanaí

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

Last thing I made

Níor chuir mé aon rud mar seo le chéile riamh, seinnfidh sé ceol freisin

An rud deireanach a rinne mé

iPad doodle

doodle iPad

Colored on stream

D'athraigh mé ar sruth an tseachtain seo caite

Dathúil ar sruth

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

Is mascóid oibre é. Déanaimid pictiúr de gach coicís de, chun beagán draíochta a thabhairt do shaol na ndaoine. Seo ceann de na grianghraif Earraigh a chuaigh gan a roinnt ag an obair i mbliana!

Seo é 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?

Má bhí ort scannán a fheiceáil don chuid eile de do shaol agus d'fhéadfá é a roghnú, cad a roghnófaí? 🫩

An chuid eile de do shaol?

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!

Le cúpla bliain anuas, táim ag déanamh puppa cat de mo chait féin agus le déanaí thosaigh mé ag díol coimisiúin chomh maith le nithe cuimhneacháin peataí eile. Áirítear ar na bróga, figiúirí, pins agus figiúirí felted!

Puppa cat!

Takie coś wyszło

Críochnaíodh é ar deireadh 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Tháinig sé amach

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

Mo phócaíón is fearr 💥☠️
Cé hé do cheann?

Toxicroak ag úsáid 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! Má tá éinne i gceantar Houston, an bhféadfá moladh a thabhairt ar áit le haghaidh gearradh gruaige? Tá suim agam i gcurtaí malartacha agus dath gruaige spraíúil, tá a lán gruaige agam agus ba mhaith liom é a bhaint ach ba mhaith liom moltaí a fháil ar cé a chaithfidh mé a thaighde. (Cat le haghaidh aird, is é a ainm Porkchop)

Comhairle Áitiúil ag teastáil

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Grianghraf dlúth de na rudaí a fhágadh.

Taobh thiar de na rudaí a fhágadh.

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

Blocked

Conas a fhaigheann tú tú féin chun ligean don phian a bheith ina ealaín arís?

Blocáilte

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?

Ba mhaith liom an meteor hammer a roghnú, cé go dtugann sé beagnach aon chosaint, tá an ionsaí dochreidte. Níl le rá ach an áilleacht atá sa ghluaiseacht agus i sreabhadh an arm agus an duine.

Má d'fhéadfá 1 arm a fhoghlaim agus a mháistir, cad a roghnófaí?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Is é do ainm Cruthaitheacht

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

Tá rudaí deas crochta agam mar sin táim chun roinnt crochtaí a cheannach amárach. Nuair a bheidh an suiteáil críochnaithe, déanfaidh mé nuashonrú.

Ba mhaith liom rud éigin os cionn mo leapa

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

Ní dhéanann aon rud mo lá a chabhraigh ach ag baint taitneamh as roinnt ama le mo ealaín uimhreacha ag péinteáil le pota tae le baint taitneamh as agus roinnt aoil.

Is é mo dhiaimint de líon mo chaitheamh aimsire a thaitníonn liom

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

Uaireanta, agus mé ag smaoineamh ar dhul chun cinn mo phearsantachta, cuimhním ar laethanta lasmuigh den 9 go 5. Nuair a bhí leanaí in ann dearadh. D'éirigh le bosca gránna ar shleamhnán a bheith ina chuan do na nerds. Bhí radióstórais ann nuair a bhí siad ann a d'fhéadfadh na ciorcaid a sholáthar chun cruthú. Cén aois a thréigimid, de bharr neamhshuime, ár lasair chun a chur in iúl.

An Tionchar Tiontaithe

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

Paint :3

D'íoc mé le roinnt dathanna do mo chreat leapa. Conas a bhraitheann muid

Péint :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

Is é seo sampla de cad a tharlaíonn nuair a bhíonn mé i mo dhiaidh féin sa bhaile. Cuir le ceol aoibhinn a roghnaítear éifeachtaí.

Cad a fheiceann daoine eile vs conas a fheicim

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

elves or gnomes

Sílim go dtaitníonn cuma na síoga liom ach is fearr liom aoibhinn na gnomes.

sióga nó gnomes

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

My first copper ring

Is é seo an chéad agus an t-aon fáinne copair a rinne mé... tá sé dúbailte.

Mo chéad fáinne copair

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

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Ba chóir dom a bheith ag dul amach le crios le ciseán bláthanna ach tá rud éigin as ord anseo 🫣

Rud éigin déanta ar an teiripe gníomhaíochta 🤭

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

Marble run

Mar sin, thóg mé mo dhara ronn mharma a rith go maith go leor

Ronn mharma

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

Mar thuas, mar thíos. Mar laistigh, mar lasmuigh...

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

Seo áit a gcuireann sé aisteach. 

Bhí an Tíogar Tasmanach, ina phredátor barr i nAstráil, agus cuireadh chun báis é faoi dheireadh na 1930idí. 

Chas mé le mo bhean chéile atá imithe tríd ad pearsanta a d'fhreagair a máthair i ndáiríre... dúirt mé leat go gcuireann sé aisteach! Rinne a máthair comhoibriú liom, agus dúirt sí léi dul. 
Ach léigh sí an fógra sula raibh sí ag teacht chugam... agus d'athraigh sí mo shaol ar feadh 16 bliana. 

Mar a tháinig an grian suas an mhoinín sin, bhíomar fós ar an ard seo ó chasamar le chéile. Beirt ghairmithe sa ghnó ceoil, a raibh scaoileadh mór againn féin. Bhí a fhios againn cheana féin faoina chéile, ach níor shamhlaigh muid go dtarlódh sé seo. Luaigh mé rud éigin faoi mo fhógra agus dúirt sí "Tíogaí Tasmanacha". 
Luaigh mé iad i mo fhógra agus ní raibh a fhios aici cad a bhí iontu.

Mar sin, thaispeáin mé di scannán sean ag lonrú ó na 1930idí a thaispeáin an t-aon duine atá fós beo i zú i nAstráil.
Agus mo thuairim... go raibh mé an t-aon duine deireanach - conas a mhothaigh sí freisin... 

Mar sin, d'athraigh mé mo fhógra bunaidh... ag súil le bheith chomh t-ádh sin arís, mar creidim i gcuimhne a thabhairt do do dhaoine atá imithe, chun an saol is fearr a bheith agat. Tar éis an tsaoil, tá cleachtadh againn! 

Leis an gceol atá agam, táim freisin mar rómánsach. An t-aon duine deireanach de na fíor agus na gortaithe. Tá a fhios agam nach bhfuil mé as an domhan seo. Ní anseo, ar a laghad. Tíogar Tasmanach mé. Thylacine, agus tá mé ag cuardach an domhain le haghaidh duine eile... agus fós amháin mar dhuine. 

Ní raibh mé i gcónaí mar seo, áfach. D'athraigh mo shaol nuair a chonaic mé mo chomhoibriú á titim ag na predátóirí nua a tháinig isteach inár gcoill. Tá ceithre gheimhridh ann anois agus is féidir liom fós cuimhneamh ar an lá nuair a d'fhill mé ar ár n-íocón agus chonaic na héin amhránaíochta a chónaigh os cionn againn mé... mo ghoirt mall, mo shúil shocair... agus iad ag stopadh ag canadh agus ag bheith míshásta. 

Go dtí an lá inniu, stopann siad nuair a thagaim ar ais le mo ghoirt le roinnt le héinne. Is créatúir shimplí iad, ach tá siad beo ar a n-intinn... agus ní amháin a n-intinn féin, ach na mílte a n-aois a tháinig roimhe, mílte a smaoiníonn mar aon... agus is é a n-amhráin a n-eolas nach bhfuil foghlamtha... ach cinnte fíor. 

D'iarr siad orm, ach tá a fhios acu cheana féin... agus tá a fhios agam seo... is é a mbealach chun a gcuimhne a thabhairt dom ar mo ghoirt laistigh. Feiceann siad mé ag tabhairt mo ghoirt ar ais chuig mo n-íocón... agus feiceann siad mo shúile ag fliuchadh. Ní bhíonn a fhios acu cad é sin, agus ní bhíonn a fhios agam freisin. 

Bíonn siad buailte ag mo chaoineadh brónach. Nílim ag iarraidh a fhiosrú cad é, freisin... ní aithním aon rud a dhéanann mé anois... níl sé mar rud atá ar an eolas agam... ach an chaoineadh... ag súil go gcuirfear freagra air. Ag fiosrú nach mbeidh. Tá an talamh seo clúdaithe le créatúir shimplí, chomh simplí, ach iomlán... agus tá an domhan ar fad clúdaithe leo... go leor go bhféadfadh a n-anamacha líonadh an t-aigéan... ach bheadh sé chomh dhoimhne go gcuirfeadh sé mo phaidrín fliuch. 

Ní thuigim an fliuch

Tíogar Tasmanach

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

Do you luv creating?

Bhí fonn neamh-inmhianaithe orm i gcónaí cruthú a dhéanamh sula raibh an t-eolas agus an scil agam anois…

An bhfuil grá agat do chruthú?

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

New hair color!

Rinne mé é purpaidh agus glas ach tá an glas ag breathnú níos teal. Níl mé míshásta leis.

Dath nua gruaige!

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?

Is ola cnó cócó é seo a leáigh (fágtha sa charr), ansin nuair a bhí sé soladach arís, cruthaigh sé na cruthanna seo. Cheap mé go raibh sé fuar, mar sin thóg mé pic.

Cad a chonaic tú?

Soul chart

Grafaic anama

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, bhí mé ag iarraidh rud éigin a roinnt a phéinteáil mé anuraidh. Bhraith mé briste tar éis mo bhriseadh suas mar sin tá mé as líne le cúpla mí anois, ach bhris sí uibheacha a chonaic cé chomh mór is atá mé in ann a thabhairt. Ba mhaith liom duine a chmeeting i mbliana, duine a luíonn le rómáns, ach atá freisin le tuiscint dorcha ghrinn, agus tiomantas don eachtraíocht. Chuir sí an obair isteach mar sin ba chóir do dhuine na buntáistí a fháil 😅

Ag roinnt roinnt de mo shaothar ealaíne

A Boo community for meeting other Creativity enthusiasts.

Creativity Community

📍Exmouth

Cad é an rud is fearr leat a dhéanamh chun tú féin a thiontú?

Dia dhuit, Hi, Hola 👋

Comhoiriúnacht chakras

Mo dhearaí le déanaí

Masg beag

🎨 Cad a Dhéanann Ealaín Uathúil?

Déanaimis an Liosta Gnéithe 🫶

An bhfuil aon bhuachaillí singil ann a bheadh ag iarraidh aithne a chur orm atá eisiach/monogamous maidir le dul. Seol teachtaireacht. Mura cheadaítear teachtaireacht a sheoladh, scríobh trácht

Is é an Cruthaitheacht Intleacht ag baint taitneamh as ⚓

An bhfuil sé cruthaitheacht nó rud éigin eile?

Píog pecan vegan! 🥧