Gerdûn

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?

Piştî rojek dirêj a kar û an jî karên din, tu çi dikarî bikî da ku xwe bi ser xwe bî û ji nû ve xwe bîkî? Ez hez dikim ku xwendin û tiştên cuda çêkim dema ku dikarim. 😊

Çi tiştê xweş e ku tu dikarî bikî da ku xwe bi ser xwe bî?

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

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Slav hemû! Hêvî dikim ku îro rojek baş hene! 👋👋

Slav, Merheba, Hola 👋

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

Chakras in alignment expression

Tenê bîra xwe kirim ku hin ji karên hunerî yên min parve bikim Asé ✨

Çakra di rêzê de

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

My recent designs

Ez hunermendek xweberim ku di çapkirin û avê rangîn de taybetmendiyê dikim.

Dizayên min yên nû

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

Mini mask

Ez maskekek biçik ji kerema spî çêkir. Tenê tişt ku maye, rengdan e😊

Maskek biçik

Sunburst

Şemşêr

My recent art work

Karê hunerî ya nûjen a min

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

Last thing I made

Ez qet tiştê wek vê yekê birêvebir nakim, ew jî muzîk çêdike.

Dîsa tiştê ku ez çêkir

iPad doodle

doodle ya iPad

Colored on stream

Ez rengîn li ser çavkanî hefteya borî kir.

Rengîn li ser çavkanî

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

Ew masqotê karê ye. Em her du hefteyê wêneya wî dikin, da ku hinek xweşî li jiyanên mirovên bixin. Li vir yek ji wêneyên Pasxê yê wî ye ku ev sal li kar nehat parvekirin!

Ev Duxton e

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?

Heke tu were qetandin ku filmek li berê jiyana te bibî û tu dikarî wê hilbijêrî, tu çi hilbijêrî? 🫩

Beriya jiyana te?

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!

Çend salan e ku ez pêşkeftên pîşîkên xwe yên pîşîkên xwe çêdikim û nêzîkî dest pê kirim firotin komîsyonan wekî û tiştên şanaziyê yên heywanan. Di nav de çarçoveyên, figuran, pinan û figuran felted!

Pêşkeftên pîşîk!

Takie coś wyszło

Ew çiçî derket

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

Pokémonê min yê hêja 💥☠️
Tu yê kî ye?

Toxicroak bi Poison Jabê bikar tîne!

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

Slav! Heke kesek li herêma Houston e, dikarî cihek ji bo qirêjandina poran pêşniyar bikî? Ez hewldanên cihê alternatîf û rengê poranê xweş dikim, ez gelek poran heye û dixwazim ji wan re bimeşînim lê ez dixwazim pêşniyarên kîjan kesan ji bo lêkolînê. (Pişik ji bo baldarî, navê wî Porkchop e)

Pêşniyara Herêmî Pêdivî ye

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Li pey xwe ya çûyî.

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

Blocked

Tu çawa xwe dikin ku êşê xwe veguherînin bo hunerê dîsa?

Girtî

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?

Ez dixwazim meteora çeki, her çend ew nêzîkî neparastinê dide, lê şerê wî pir zêde ye. Ne ji bo ku xweşîya di tevgeran de û avahiyê ya herdu silah û kesê de ne.

Heke tu dikarî 1 silah fêr bibî û serkeftinê, tu çi hilbijartî?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Xwêzayî Navê Te Ye

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

Ez tiştên xweş ên dangdar heye, ji ber vê yekê ez ê sibê çend kîlîk bikirim. Ez ê bi dawiyê bi nûvekirina xebata qedandî nîşan bidim.

Ez dixwazim tiştek li ser nivînim

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

Tu tişt ne alîkarî dike ku roja min baş bike, lê kêfxweşiya demek bi resmê hunerê hejmarê xwe, bi potek çayê ku ji wî re kêfxweş im û hin bîngêz.

Dîyama min bi hejmar hobiye ku ez ji wî re kêfxweş im

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

Hinek caran dema ku ez li ser pêşveçûna şexsiyeta xwe fikr dikim, ez li ser rojên derveyî 9-5 bîranîyên dikim. Dema ku zarok dikaribû projeyek çêke. Qutîka qirêj li ser rafê bû navenda nerdomê. Radyoşopê dema ku wî hebû dikaribû devreyan pêşkêş bike. Kîjan temen em bi bêdengî têkiliya xwe ya xweşbûnê terke dikin?

Tîkê Tinkering

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

Paint :3

Tenê hin rengên ji bo çarçoveya nivînê xwe hilbijartim. Em çawa hîs dikin

Reng :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

Ev nimûneya çi dibe dema ku ez li malê tenê bînim. Muzîka moodê ya hilbijartî zêde bike.

Çi yên din dikin vs çawa ez dikim

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

elves or gnomes

Ez difikirim ku ez şêwaza perîyan xweş dibînim lê ez hîsara gnomeyan zêdetir hez dikim.

perî veya gnome

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

My first copper ring

Ev zincîya copper ya yekem û tenê ye ku min çêkir... du qata ye.

Zincîya min ya yekem a copper

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

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Divê min qertikek derkeve bi sepetek ji bo gulên lê belê tiştek li vir ne çêdibe 🫣

Ti tiştek çêbûye li terapiya çalakiyan 🤭

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

Marble run

Ez tenê rêya marblê ya duyemîn çêkirim ku baş tê xebitîn

Rêya marblê

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

Wek li jor, wek li jêr. Wek di nav de, wek di derveyî...

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

Li vir dibe ku tu carî bizar bibe. 

Tîgrê Tasmanî, bû serokê avahîyê li Awstralya, û di dawiya 1930an de ji bo xwe hatibû kuştin. 

Ez jiyana xwe ya kuçikê xwe bi rêya reklama kesane ku dêyika wî rastî bersiv da... ez ji te re gotim ku dibe bizar! Dêyika wî bi min re randevû kir, û wî ji wî re got. 
Lê ew reklama xwe xwendibû berî ku ew were min bibîne... û jiyana min ji bo 16 salan guherand. 

Wekî ku rojê ewilê wî sibehê hat, em hîn li ser vê bilindiyê bûn ku em hev dîtin. Du profesyonel di bazara muzîkê de, ku xweşîyên me yên mezin hene. Em jî berê ji hev nas bûn, lê ne xewn kirin ku ev dê bibe. Ez tiştek li ser reklama xwe gotim û ew got "Tîgrên Tasmanî". 
Ez wan di reklama xwe de gotibûm û ew nizanim çi ne.

Ji ber vê yekê ez wî filmek kevn a ji dawiya 1930an nîşan da ku tîgrê dawî yên zindî di zooyê li Awstralya de bû. 
Û bîra min... ku ez dawî bûm - çawa ew jî hîs dike... 

Ji ber vê yekê ez reklama xwe ya sereke vegerandim... hêvî dikim ku ew şansê din bibe, wekî ku ez bawerim ku pêşbaziya xwe ya mirinê pêşkeş dike, da ku jiyana herî baş hene. Piştî hemû, em pratîk kirin! 

Bi muzîka min re, ez jî romantîk im. Dawî yên rast û xweşbîn. Ez dizanim ku ez ji vê dinyayê ne. Li vir, herî kêm. Ez tîgrê Tasmanî me. Thylacine, û ez li erdê digerim ji bo yê din... û hîn jî tenê wekî yek im. 

Lê ez her dem ev re ne bûm. Jiyana min guherand ku ez dîtim ku hevalê min ji hêzên nû yên ku çiyayên me hate şikandin. Çar zistan hene û ez hîn dikarim bîra wî roja ku ez vegerînim bo malê me û stranan ku li ser me dijîn min dîtin... gîrêdana min, stareya min... wekî ku ew stranan rawestandin û ne huzur bûn. 

Heta îro, ew rawestandin ku ez bi qezencê vegerim ku bi kesekî re parve bikin. Ew xelatên hêsan in, lê ew li ser intwîsyona xwe dijîn... û ne tenê xwe, lê jî hezarên pêşbaziya wan ku berê hatine, hezarên ku wekî yek têne bînin... û stranan wan zanîna wan in ku ne fêr bûn... lê bi rastî hene. 

Ew ji min pirsî, lê ew jî jî zanin... û ez jî dizanim ku... ev rêya wan e ku hîsê min di nav xwe de pejirandin. Ew dîtin ku ez qezencê vegerim bo malê me... û dîtin ku çavên min bûn şil. Ew nizanim ev çi ye, û ez jî nizanim. 

Ew bi çavên min re têne şikandin. Ez jî nizanim ev çi ye... ez tiştekî ku ez niha dikim ne nas dikim... lê yowl... hêvî dikim ku ew bersiv bide. Dizanim ku ew ne bibe. Hemû vê erdê bi xelatên hêsan ve girêdayî ye, HÊSEN, lê hêsan... û hemû erd bi wan ve girêdayî ye... çend hene ku ruhên wan dikarin deryayê têne pêk anîn... lê ew dê

Tîgrê Tasmanî

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

Do you luv creating?

Her tim hewldaneke nehatî şirove kirin heye ku berî ku ez zanîn û zanîna niha hebûm...

Ma tu hez dikî çêkirin?

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

New hair color!

Porê heye zîv û kesk lê kesk zêdetir têkiliya teyl dike. Bi wî re ne xweş nabim.

Rengê nû ya por!

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?

Ev zêytûnê kokosê ye ku hatî erîşandin (li ser otobûsê), paşê dema ku dîsa qelew bû, ev şêwazên çêkir. Min bîra xwe kir ku ew xweş e, ji ber vê yekê min wêne girt.

Tu çi dît?

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

Ruskado we can too?

Ev roja min ya yekem e li vir, nazanım 🤷🏿‍♂️. Herwisa ev skecya min ya yekem e bi bê rê.🤣

Ruskado em jî dikarin?

Soul chart

Çîroka rûhê

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

Slav, tenê dixwazim tiştek parve bikim ku sala borî min resm kir. Piştî ku ez bi wî re bûm, ez hîs kirim ku ez têk çûm, ji ber vê yekê çend mehên ku ez serhildanê bûm, lê ew qelekek çêkir ku kîjan çend ez dikarim bidim. Ez rastî dixwazim ku ev sal kesek bibînim, kesek ku romantîkê qîmet dide lê herwiha hîsê tarî ya xwe heye, û hewldan ji bo serhildanê. Ew karê xwe kir, ji ber vê yekê kesek divê feydeyên wî bistîne 😅

Tenê hin karên hunerî yên xwe parve dikim

A Boo community for meeting other Creativity enthusiasts.

Creativity Community

Çi tiştê xweş e ku tu dikarî bikî da ku xwe bi ser xwe bî?

Slav, Merheba, Hola 👋

Çakra di rêzê de

Dizayên min yên nû

Maskek biçik

Şemşêr

Lîsteya Pros çêke 🫶

Ma heke kesên yekî hene ku dixwazin min nas bikin ku ji tîpa dîrokê/monogamous ne. Şandina mesajek. Heke mesaj şandin nebe, şîrove binivîse

Paya pecan vegan! 🥧

Çêkirinî Zekayê ye şewqê xweş ⚓

Ma ev xeyalî ye an tiştek din?

Nîvîna