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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?

Despois dun longo día de traballo ou recados, que che gusta facer para conectarte contigo mesmo e acougarte de novo? Encántame ler e crear diferentes cousas cando podo. 😊

Cal é a túa cousa favorita para conectarte contigo mesmo?

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

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Ola a todos! Espero que estedes tendo un bo día hoxe! 👋👋

Ola, Ola, Hola 👋

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

Chakras in alignment expression

Sólo pensei que compartiría algúns dos meus traballos artísticos Asé ✨

Expresión de chakras en alineación

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

My recent designs

Son un artista autónomo que se especializa en estampación e acuarela.

Os meus deseños recentes

The imagination is a skill tree might as well unlock them

Some of my crafts

A imaxinación é un árbore de habilidades que tamén podería desbloquear

Algunhas das miñas manualidades

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

Mini mask

Fixen unha pequena máscara de barro branco. Só queda pintala😊

Máscara mini

Martial arts 🥋

Artes marciais 🥋

Sunburst

Solpor

My recent art work

A miña recente obra de arte

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

Last thing I made

Nunca fixen nada así, tamén toca música

Última cousa que fixen

iPad doodle

doodle de iPad

New skill unlocked

Nova habilidade desbloqueada

Colored on stream

Colorín en directo

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

É un mascota do traballo. Facemos unha foto del cada quince días, para traer un pouco de fantasía ás vidas das persoas. Aquí está unha das súas fotos de Pascua que non se compartiron no traballo este ano!

Isto 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?

Se foses obrigado a ver unha película durante o resto da túa vida e puideses elixir, que elixirías? 🫩

Resto da túa 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!

Durante uns anos estiven facendo títeres de gatos dos meus propios gatos e recentemente comecei a vender encargos así como outros artigos en tributo a mascotas. Incluíndo zapatos, figuras, pins e figuras de feltro!

Títeres de gatos!

Takie coś wyszło

Saíu algo así

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

O meu Pokémon favorito 💥☠️
Cal é o teu?

Toxicroak usa 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

¡Ola! Se alguén está na zona de Houston, podería recomendarme un lugar para cortarse o cabelo? Estou interesado en cortes alternativos e cores de cabelo divertidas, teño moito cabelo e quero desfaceme del, pero gustaríame ter suxestións sobre quen investigar. (Gato para chamar a atención, o seu nome é Porkchop)

Consello local necesario

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Detrás das cámaras de deixados atrás.

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

Blocked

Como consegues que o dor se converta de novo en arte?

Bloqueado

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?

Quixera escoller o martelo meteórico, a pesar de que apenas ofrece defensa, a ofensa é abrumadora. Sen mencionar a beleza nos movementos e no fluxo tanto da arma como da persoa.

Se puideses aprender e dominar 1 arma, cal escollerías?

Creativity Is Thy Name

A arte non é un traballo, é unha paixón.

A creatividade é o teu nome

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

Teño cousas penduradas bastante chulas, así que vou comprar algúns ganchos mañá. Actualizaréi co resultado final.

Quero algo por encima da miña cama

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

Tiña unha única imaxe e idea dunha sauna económica de madeira que queima lenha e fixen un boceto e construín o resto coa miña mente e ferramentas. E aquí está.

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

Nada axuda a facer o meu día, pero gozar dalgún tempo coa miña pintura de arte por número cunha pota de té para disfrutar e algo de incienso.

O meu diamante por número é un pasatempo que disfruto

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

My first copper ring

Este é o primeiro e único anel de cobre que fixen... é de dobre capa.

A miña primeira anel de cobre

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

A miúdo, mentres me pregunto sobre o progreso da miña personalidade, recordo os días fóra do 9 a 5. Cando un neno podía deseñar. Unha caixa fea nun estante converteuse nun recipiente para a cultura friki. Un radioshack, cando existía, podía subministrar os circuítos para crear. Que idade abandonamos por indiferenza o noso fogo para expresar.

O Tique de Tinkering

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

Paint :3

Acabo de escoller algúns colores para a estrutura da miña cama. Como nos sentimos

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

Este é un exemplo de que pasa cando me desconecto na casa só. Engade música de ambiente ao gusto para efectos.

O que outros ven vs como o fago eu

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

elves or gnomes

Penso que me gusta como lucen os elfos, pero gústame máis o sentido do humor dos gnomos.

elfos ou gnomos

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

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Tiña que saírme unha reixa creo que cun cestiño para flores pero algo aquí non encaixa 🫣

Fixeron algo así na terapia ocupacional 🤭

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?

Este é aceite de coco que se derreteu (deixado no coche), logo cando se solidificou de novo, formou estas formas. Pensei que era xenial, así que tomei unha foto.

Que ves?

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

Marble run

Así que acabo de construir a miña segunda carreira de mármore que funciona bastante ben

Carrera de mármore

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

Como arriba, así abaixo. Como dentro, así fóra...

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 é onde se pon raro. 

O Tigre de Tasmania, era un depredador ápex en Australia, e foi cazado ata a extinción a finais dos anos 30. 

Coñecín á miña difunta esposa a través dun anuncio persoal que a súa nai realmente respondeu... díxenlle que se pon raro! A súa nai fixo unha cita comigo e díxolle que fose.
Pero ela leu o anuncio antes de vir verme... e cambiou o meu mundo durante 16 anos. 

Cando saíu o sol esa primeira mañá, aínda estábamos na euforia de coñecernos. Duas profesionais na industria da música, que tiñamos lanzamentos de grandes selos propios. Xa nos coñeciamos, pero non soñabamos que isto pasaría. Mencionei algo sobre o meu anuncio e ela dixo "Tigres de Tasmania". 
Eu mencionaraos no meu anuncio e ela non sabía o que eran.

Así que lle mostrei unha película antiga e parpadeante dos anos 30 que mostraba o último sobrevivente nun zoolóxico en Australia.
E o meu pensamento... que eu era o último - como ela se sentía tamén... 

Así que repetín o meu anuncio orixinal... con esperanza de ter esa sorte de novo, xa que creo en honrar aos teus defuntos, para ter a mellor vida que poidas. Despois de todo, ¡temos práctica! 

Xunto coa miña música, tamén son un romántico. O último dos verdadeiros e afligidos. Sei que non son deste mundo. Non aquí, polo menos. Son un Tigre de Tasmania. Un tilacino, e busquei na terra outro... e sigo sendo só un. 

Non sempre fun así, sen embargo. A miña vida cambiou cando vin caer á miña parella polos novos depredadores que invadiron o noso bosque. Levan catro invernos agora e aínda recordo o día en que voltei á nosa cova e os paxaros cantores que vivían por riba de nós me viron... o meu andar lento, a miña mirada fixa... mentres deixaban de cantar e estaban inquedos. 

Até hoxe, detéñense cando volvo con presas para compartir con ninguén. Son criaturas sinxelas, pero viven da súa intuición... e non só da súa, senón dos miles dos seus antepasados que viñeron antes, miles pensan como un... e as súas cancións son o seu coñecemento que non se aprende... pero certamente é real. 

Preguntáronme, pero xa saben... e eu sei isto... é a súa forma de recoñecer a miña dor interior. Vénme traer a miña presa á miña cova... e ven os meus ollos humedecerse. Non saben o que é, e eu tampouco. 

Están conmovidos polo meu lamento. Eu non sei que é, tampouco... non recoñezo nada do que fago agora... non é algo do que estea mesmo consciente... pero o lamento... agardando contra toda esperanza que sexa respondido. Sabendo que non o será. Toda esta terra está cuberta de criaturas sinxelas, TAN sinxelas, pero completas... e toda a terra está cuberta delas... tantas como as súas almas poderían encher o océano... pero serían tan superficiais que apenas humedecerían as miñas patas... 

Non entendo a humidade nos meus ollos e a inquietude no meu corazón, cando penso nos tempos pasados. Nunca lamentei. Ladraba, chiscaba... e facía suaves bufidos de aire para sinalar á miña parella... e aínda o fago, nos meus soños. 

Os paxaros contáronme a miña historia ás grúas... e cando as grúas volveron coas temperaturas cálidas, contaron sobre un mundo que xa non era para o tilacino... nin unha cova, nin rastro. Os abrevadeiros non mostraban pegadas na lama... sen ósos... e os coellos e as musarañas eran atrevidos... como se non tiveran nada que temer! E numerosos... tan numerosos que eran cadáveres enfermos e en putrefacción expostos por todas partes... tanto que os comedores de carne non podían rematar con eles.  

Polo tanto, parece que estou só. E os meus ollos humedécense ao sentir isto... e os paxaros por riba da nosa cova pregúntanme se estou doente, xa que os meus ollos están sempre húmidos... dígolle que non sei, xa que non

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 tiven un desexo indescritible de crear antes de ter o coñecemento e a sabedoría que teño agora…

¿Amas crear?

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

New hair color!

Fíxeno púrpura e verde, pero o verde parece máis azul turquesa. Non estou descontento con iso.

Nova cor de cabelo!

Unha comunidade de Boo para coñecer a persoas interesadas en Creativity.

Comunidade de Creativity

Cal é a túa cousa favorita para conectarte contigo mesmo?

Ola, Ola, Hola 👋

Expresión de chakras en alineación

Os meus deseños recentes

Algunhas das miñas manualidades

Máscara mini

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