Jagad

Creativity

creativity

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?

Sawise dina kerja sing dawa utawa urusan, apa sing sampeyan senengi kanggo ngendhaleni awakmu lan nggawe awakmu tenang maneh? Aku seneng maca lan nggawe barang-barang sing beda nalika aku bisa. 😊

Apa sing dadi kesenenganmu kanggo ngendhaleni awakmu?

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

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Halo kabeh! Muga-muga sampeyan duwe dina sing apik dina iki! 👋👋

Halo, Hi, Hola 👋

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

Chakras in alignment expression

Mung mikir aku arep nuduhake sawetara karya seni aku Asé ✨

Ekspresi penyelarasan chakra

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

My recent designs

Aku iku seniman lepas sing spesialisasi ing cetak lan cat air.

Desain aku anyar

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

Mini mask

Aku nggawe topeng cilik saka lempung putih. Sing isih ana yaiku menehi warna😊

Topeng cilik

Sunburst

My recent art work

Karya seni aku anyar

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

Last thing I made

Aku ora tau nggabungake apa-apa kaya ngene, iki uga muter musik

Pungkasan sing aku gawe

iPad doodle

doodle iPad

Colored on stream

Aku diwarnai ing streaming minggu kepungkur

Diwarnai ing streaming

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

Dheweke minangka maskot kerja. Kita nggawe gambar saben rong minggu kanggo nambah sedikit keanehan ing urip wong. Iki salah siji foto Paskah sing ora dibagikake ing kerja taun iki!

Iki 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?

Yen sampeyan dipaksa nonton film kanggo sisa uripmu lan sampeyan bisa milih, apa sing bakal sampeyan pilih? 🫩

Sisa uripmu?

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!

Sakwise sawetara taun nggawe wayang kucing saka kucingku dhewe lan bubar miwiti adol pesenan uga barang penghormatan kewan liyane. Kalebu sepatu, figur, pin, lan figur felted!

Wayang kucing!

Takie coś wyszło

Ana sing metu

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

Pokémon favoritku 💥☠️
Sapa favoritmu?

Toxicroak nggunakake 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! Yen ana sing ana ing wilayah Houston, bisa menehi rekomendasi panggonan kanggo potong rambut? Aku kasengsem ing potongan alternatif lan warna rambut sing nyenengake, aku duwe akeh rambut lan aku pengin mbusak, nanging aku pengin saran sapa sing kudu diteliti. (Kucing kanggo perhatian, jenenge Porkchop)

Saran Lokal dibutuhake

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Sak belakang layar saka ditinggalake.

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

Blocked

Kepiye carane sampeyan ngidini rasa lara kasebut dadi seni maneh?

Diblokir

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?

Aku pengin milih palu meteor, sanajan meh ora menehi pertahanan, serangane luar biasa. Ora ketinggalan kaendahan ing gerakan lan aliran loro-lorone senjata lan wong.

Yen sampeyan bisa sinau lan nguwasani 1 senjata, apa sing bakal sampeyan pilih?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Seni iku dudu pekerjaan, nanging semangat.

Kreativitas Iku Jenengmu

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

Aku duwe barang-barang gantung sing cukup apik, dadi aku bakal tuku sawetara kait sesuk. Aku bakal nganyari karo pemasangan sing wis rampung.

Aku pengin sesuatu ing ndhuwur kasurku

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

Ora ana sing mbantu nggawe hariku kajaba seneng sawetara wektu karo lukisan seni nomerku karo sepotong teh kanggo dinikmati lan sawetara dupa.

Intan kula miturut nomer minangka hobi sing aku senengi

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

Kadhangkala nalika aku mikir babagan kemajuan pribadiku, aku kelingan babagan dina-dina ing njaba jam 9 nganti 5. Nalika bocah bisa ngrancang. Kothak sing elek ing rak dadi wadah kanggo nerdom. Radioshack nalika isih ana bisa nyuplai sirkuit kanggo nggawe. Umur pira kita ninggalake kanthi ora peduli geni kita kanggo ngungkapake.

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

Paint :3

Mung milih sawetara warna kanggo rangka kasurku. Kepiye perasaan kita

Cat :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

Iki minangka conto apa sing kedadeyan nalika aku kesasar ing omah dhewe. Tambahake musik suasana pilihan efek.

Apa sing dideleng wong liya vs caraku

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

elves or gnomes

Aku pikir aku seneng cara elf katon nanging aku luwih seneng rasa humor gnome.

elf utawa gnome

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

My first copper ring

Iki minangka cincin tembaga pisanan lan siji-sijine sing tak gawe... iki lapisan ganda.

Cincin tembaga pertamaku

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

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Aku kudu entuk kotak karo keranjang kembang nanging ana sing ora bener ing kene 🫣

Nggawe iki ing terapi kegiatan 🤭

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

Marble run

Dadi aku anyar wae nggawe marble run kaping loro sing mlaku kanthi apik

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

Kaya ing ndhuwur, kaya ing ngisor. Kaya ing njero, kaya ing njaba...

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

Ing kene sing dadi aneh. 

Harimau Tasmania, yaiku predator puncak ing Australia, lan diburu nganti punah ing pungkasan taun 1930-an. 

Aku ketemu garwa sing wis seda liwat iklan pribadi sing dijawab ibune... aku wis ngomong yen iki dadi aneh! Ibune nggawe janji karo aku, lan ngandhani dheweke kanggo teka. 
Nanging dheweke maca iklan kasebut sadurunge dheweke teka kanggo ndeleng aku... lan ngowahi dunyaku sajrone 16 taun. 

Nalika srengenge muncul ing esuk pisanan, kita isih ngrasakake dhuwur saka ketemu siji lan sijine. Loro profesional ing bisnis musik, sing duwe rilis label utama dhewe. Kita wis ngerti siji lan sijine, nanging ora ngimpi iki bakal kelakon. Aku nyebutake babagan iklan ku lan dheweke ngomong "Harimau Tasmania". 
Aku wis nyebutake dheweke ing iklan ku lan dheweke ora ngerti apa iku.

Dadi aku nuduhake dheweke film lawas sing berkedip saka pungkasan taun 1930-an sing nuduhake siji-sijine sing isih urip ing kebun binatang ing Australia.
Lan pikiranku... yen aku sing pungkasan - kepiye dheweke uga ngrasakake... 

Dadi aku mbaleni iklan asliku... ngarep-arep bisa dadi beruntung maneh, amarga aku percaya ing ngormati sing wis ninggal, supaya duwe urip sing paling apik sing bisa. Lagipula, kita wis latihan! 

Saliyane musikku, aku uga romantis. Pungkasan saka sing sejati lan sing nandhang. Aku ngerti aku ora saka jagad iki. Ora ing kene, paling ora. Aku yaiku Harimau Tasmania. Thylacine, lan aku wis nggoleki bumi kanggo liyane... lan isih mung siji. 

Aku ora tansah kaya ngene, sanajan. Uripku owah nalika aku ndeleng pasangan saya dijatuhkan dening predator anyar sing nyerang alas kita. Wis papat mangsa salju saiki lan aku isih bisa eling dina nalika aku bali menyang guwa kita lan manuk lagu sing urip ing ndhuwur kita ndeleng aku... langkahku sing alon, tatapanku sing tetep... nalika dheweke mandheg nyanyi lan ora nyaman. 

Nganti saiki, dheweke mandheg nalika aku bali karo mangsa kanggo dibagi karo sapa wae. Dheweke yaiku makhluk sederhana, nanging urip adhedhasar intuisi... lan ora mung intuisi dhewe, nanging ewu leluhur sing teka sadurunge, ewu mikir minangka siji... lan lagu-lagu dheweke yaiku kawruh sing ora sinau... nanging mesthi nyata. 

Dheweke wis takon aku, nanging dheweke wis ngerti... lan aku ngerti iki... iki cara dheweke ngakoni rasa sakitku ing njero. Dheweke ndeleng aku nggawa bali mangsaku menyang guwa... lan ndeleng mataku dadi lembab. Dheweke ora ngerti apa iku, lan aku uga ora. 

Dheweke kaget karo jeritan sedhihku. Aku uga ora ngerti apa iku... aku ora ngenali apa sing aku lakoni saiki... iki dudu sesuatu sing aku ngerti... nanging jeritan... ngarep-arep nglawan pangarep-arep yen bakal dijawab. Ngerti yen ora bakal. Kabeh tanah iki ditutupi makhluk sederhana, SANGAT sederhana, nanging lengkap... lan kabeh bumi ditutupi dening dheweke... akeh banget nganti jiwa-jiwa dheweke bisa ngisi samudra... nanging bakal sithik banget nganti meh ora ngbasahi tapak sikilku... 

Aku ora ngerti kelembapan ing mataku lan rasa ora nyaman ing atiku, nalika aku mikir babagan wektu-waktu kepungkur. Aku ora tau jerit. Aku yipping, chittering... lan nggawe embusan udara sing sepi kanggo menehi sinyal marang pasangan... lan aku isih nindakake, ing impianku. 

Manuk-manuk nyritakake ceritaku marang bangau... lan nalika bangau bali nalika dina dadi anget, dheweke nyritakake babagan jagad sing ora maneh kanggo thylacine... ora guwa, ora jejak. Lubang-lubang banyu ora nuduhake tapak sikil ing lempung... ora balung... lan kelinci lan shrew berani... kaya-kaya dheweke ora duwe apa-apa kanggo ditakuti! Lan akeh... akeh banget nganti dadi bangkai sing kena penyakit lan membusuk kabeh... nganti para pemakan bangkai ora bisa ngrampungake.  

Dadi katon yen aku piyambak. Lan mataku dadi lembab nalika aku ngrasakake iki... lan manuk-manuk ing ndhuwur guwa kita takon aku apa aku lara, amarga mataku tansah

Harimau Tasmania

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

Do you luv creating?

Aku wis suwe nduwe rasa sing ora bisa diterangake kanggo nggawe sadurunge aku duwe pengetahuan lan cara saiki…

Apa sampeyan seneng nggawe?

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

New hair color!

Digawe ungu lan ijo nanging ijo katon luwih teal. Ora ora seneng karo iki.

Warna rambut anyar!

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?

Iki yaiku minyak klapa sing wis dicairake (ditinggal ing mobil), banjur nalika padhet maneh, iki mbentuk wujud-wujud iki. Aku mikir iki keren, dadi aku njupuk foto.

Apa sing sampeyan deleng?

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

Ruskado we can too?

Iki dina pertama aku ing kene, idk 🤷🏿‍♂️. Nanging iki sketsa pertamaku tanpa arah.🤣

Ruskado kita uga bisa?

Soul chart

Grafik jiwa

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, mung pengin nuduhake sesuatu sing aku lukis taun kepungkur. Aku krasa rusak sawise putus, dadi aku wis offline sawetara wulan saiki, nanging dheweke pecah lan endhog sing wis ndeleng sepira aku bisa menehi. Aku tenan pengin ketemu wong taun iki, wong sing ngormati romansa nanging uga duwe rasa humor peteng, lan semangat kanggo petualangan. Dheweke wis kerja keras, dadi sapa wae kudu entuk manfaat 😅

Mung nuduhake sawetara karya seni aku

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Just a few observations...

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Mung sawetara pengamatan...

A Boo community for meeting other Creativity enthusiasts.

Creativity Community

Apa sing dadi kesenenganmu kanggo ngendhaleni awakmu?

Halo, Hi, Hola 👋

Ekspresi penyelarasan chakra

Desain aku anyar

Topeng cilik

Sunburst

Apa iki kreativitas utawa liyane?

Apa ana wong lanang sing pengin ngerti aku sing eksklusif/monogamous jinis pacaran. Kirim pesen. Yen ora bisa ngirim pesen, tulis komentar

Pecan pie vegan! 🥧

Kreativitas iku Intelijensi seneng-seneng ⚓

Kreativitas

Kerinduan