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📍Exmouth

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

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Sveiki visiem! Ceru, ka jums šodien ir laba diena! 👋👋

Sveiki, Hi, Hola 👋

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

Chakras in alignment expression

Vienkārši domāju, ka dalīšos ar dažiem saviem mākslas darbiem Asé ✨

Čakru saskaņošanas izpausme

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

My recent designs

Es esmu brīvmākslinieks, kurš specializējas drukāšanā un akvareļos.

Mani nesenie dizaini

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

Mini mask

Es izveidoju mazu masku no baltās māla. Viss, kas palicis, ir to nokrāsot😊

Mini maska

Sunburst

Saules stars

My recent art work

Mans nesenais mākslas darbs

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

Last thing I made

Es nekad neesmu salicis neko tādu kopā, tas arī spēlē mūziku

Pēdējā lieta, ko es izveidoju

iPad doodle

iPad zīmējums

Colored on stream

Es krāsoju tiešraidē pagājušajā nedēļā

Krāsoju tiešraidē

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

Viņš ir darba maskots. Mēs katru otro nedēļu uzņemam viņa attēlu, lai pievienotu nedaudz kaprīzes cilvēku dzīvēs. Šeit ir viens no viņa Lieldienu fotoattēliem, kas šogad netika dalīts darbā!

Šis ir 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?

Ja tev būtu jāskatās filma visu atlikušo dzīvi un tu varētu to izvēlēties, ko tu izvēlētos? 🫩

Atlikušo dzīvi?

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!

Jau dažus gadus veidoju kaķu leļļus no saviem kaķiem un nesen sāku pārdot pasūtījumus, kā arī citus mājdzīvnieku piemiņas priekšmetus. Ieskaitot apavus, figūras, piespraudes un filcētas figūras!

Kaķu leļļu!

Takie coś wyszło

Tāds kaut kas iznāca

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?

Pēc garas darba dienas vai darbiem, ko tu mīli darīt, lai atgrieztos pie sevis un atkal nomierinātos? Man patīk lasīt un radīt dažādas lietas, kad varu. 😊

Kas ir tava mīļākā lieta, ko darīt, lai atgrieztos pie sevis?

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

Mans mīļākais Pokémon 💥☠️
Kurš ir tavs?

Toxicroak izmanto 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

Sveiki! Ja kāds ir Hjustonas apgabalā, vai varētu ieteikt vietu, kur var griezt matus? Mani interesē alternatīvi griezumi un jautras matu krāsas, man ir daudz matu un es gribu no tiem atbrīvoties, bet vēlētos saņemt ieteikumus, ko izpētīt. (Kaķis uzmanībai, viņa vārds ir Porkchop)

Nepieciešama vietējā padoms

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Aizkulisēs par atstātajiem.

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

Blocked

Kā tu panāc, lai sāpes atkal pārvērstos mākslā?

Bloķēts

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?

Es gribētu izvēlēties meteoru āmuru, pat ja tas sniedz gandrīz nekādu aizsardzību, uzbrukums ir pārspējošs. Nemaz nerunājot par skaistumu kustībās un plūsmā gan ierocim, gan cilvēkam.

Ja tu varētu iemācīties un apgūt 1 ieroci, ko tu izvēlētos?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Radošums ir Tavs Vārds

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

Man ir diezgan karājošas lietas, tāpēc rīt nopirkšu dažus āķus. Es atjaunināšu ar pabeigto uzstādījumu.

Es gribu kaut ko virs sava gultas

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

Nekas nepalīdz padarīt manu dienu labāku kā pavadīt laiku ar savu numuru mākslas gleznošanu, baudot tējas podu un nedaudz smaržīgās sveces.

Mans dimants pēc skaita ir hobijs, ko es baudu

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

Dažreiz, kad domāju par sava rakstura attīstību, es atceros dienas ārpus 9 līdz 5. Kad bērns varēja projektēt. Neglīta kaste uz plaukta kļuva par trauku nerdomam. Radioshack, kad tas pastāvēja, varēja nodrošināt shēmas radīšanai. Kurā vecumā mēs ar vienaldzību pametam savu uguni izpausties.

Radošais Tiks

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

Paint :3

Tikko izvēlējos dažas krāsas savai gultas rāmim. Kā mēs jūtamies

Krāsa :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

Šis ir piemērs tam, kas notiek, kad es izslēdzos mājās viens. Pievienojiet izvēlēto noskaņas mūziku.

Ko citi redz vs kā es to redzu

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

elves or gnomes

Es domāju, ka man patīk, kā izskatās elvi, bet man vairāk patīk rūķu humora izjūta.

elvi vai rūķi

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

My first copper ring

Šis ir pirmais un vienīgais vara gredzens, ko es izgatavoju... tas ir divkāršs.

Mans pirmais vara gredzens

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

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Man vajadzēja iznākt režģim, laikam ar ziedu groziņu, bet kaut kas šeit neiet kopā 🫣

Tādas lietas izgatavotas nodarbību terapijā 🤭

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

Marble run

Tātad es tikko uzbūvēju savu otro marmora skrējienu, kas darbojas diezgan labi

Marmora skrējiens

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

Kā augšā, tā apakšā. Kā iekšienē, tā ārienē...

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

Šeit sākas dīvaini.

Tasmānijas tīģeris bija augstākā plēsēja Austrālijā un tika iznīcināts līdz 1930. gadu beigām.

Es iepazinos ar savu mirušo sievu caur personīgo sludinājumu, uz kuru viņas māte patiešām atbildēja... teicu, ka tas kļūst dīvaini! Viņas māte sarunāja randiņu ar mani un teica viņai doties. Bet viņa izlasīja sludinājumu pirms ieradās pie manis... un mainīja manu pasauli uz 16 gadiem.

Kad saule uzlēca tajā pirmajā rītā, mēs joprojām bijām šajā pacilātajā stāvoklī, satikdami viens otru. Divi profesionāļi mūzikas biznesā, kuriem bija savi lielo izdevniecību izdevumi. Mēs jau zinājām viens par otru, bet nesapņojām, ka tas notiks. Es pieminēju kaut ko par savu sludinājumu, un viņa teica "Tasmānijas tīģeri". Es biju tos pieminējis savā sludinājumā, un viņa nezināja, kas tie ir.

Tāpēc es viņai parādīju mirgojošu vecu filmu no 1930. gadiem, kurā bija redzams pēdējais izdzīvojušais zooloģiskajā dārzā Austrālijā. Un mana doma... ka es biju pēdējais - kā viņa arī jutās...

Tāpēc es atkārtoju savu sākotnējo sludinājumu... cerot atkal būt tik laimīgs, jo es ticu, ka ir jāciena savi aizgājēji, lai dzīvotu vislabāko dzīvi, kādu vari. Galu galā, mums ir bijusi prakse!

Kopā ar savu mūziku esmu arī romantiķis. Pēdējais no patiesajiem un cietušajiem. Es zinu, ka neesmu no šīs pasaules. Ne šeit, vismaz. Es esmu Tasmānijas tīģeris. Tīklis, un esmu meklējis zemi pēc cita... un joprojām esmu tikai viens.

Es ne vienmēr biju tāds. Mana dzīve mainījās, kad redzēju, kā manu partneri nogalināja jauni plēsēji, kas iebruka mūsu mežā. Tagad ir pagājušas četras ziemas, un es joprojām atceros to dienu, kad atgriezos mūsu alā, un dziesmu putni, kas dzīvoja virs mums, redzēja mani... manu lēno gaitu, manu fiksēto skatienu... kad viņi apstājās dziedāt un kļuva nemierīgi.

Līdz šai dienai viņi apstājas, kad es atgriežos ar medījumu, ko dalīt ne ar vienu. Viņi ir vienkārši radījumi, bet dzīvo pēc savas intuīcijas... un ne tikai savas, bet arī tūkstošiem viņu senču, kas nāca pirms, tūkstoši domā kā viens... un viņu dziesmas ir viņu zināšanas, kas nav iemācītas... bet noteikti reālas.

Viņi man ir jautājuši, bet viņi jau zina... un es to zinu... tas ir viņu veids, kā atzīt manu iekšējo sāpi. Viņi redz, kā es atnesu savu medījumu uz savu alu... un redz, kā man acis kļūst mitras. Viņi nezina, kas tas ir, un es arī nezinu.

Viņi ir pārsteigti par manu sāpīgo ņaudēšanu. Es arī nezinu, kas tas ir... Es neatpazīstu neko no tā, ko tagad daru... tas nav kaut kas, par ko es pat apzinos... bet ņaudēšana... cerot pret cerību, ka tā tiks atbildēta. Zinot, ka tā nebūs. Visa šī zeme ir pārklāta ar vienkāršiem radījumiem, TIK vienkāršiem, tomēr pilnīgiem... un visa zeme ir ar tiem pārklāta... tik daudzi, ka viņu dvēseles

Tasmānijas tīģeris

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

Do you luv creating?

Man vienmēr ir bijusi neaprakstāma vēlme radīt, pirms man bija tādas zināšanas un prasmes kā tagad…

Vai tev patīk radīt?

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

New hair color!

Izveidoju purpursarkanu un zaļu, bet zaļā izskatās vairāk kā tirkīza. Neesmu neapmierināts ar to.

Jauna matu krāsa!

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?

Šis ir kokosriekstu eļļa, kas tika izkususi (atstāta mašīnā), tad, kad tā atkal sacietēja, tā izveidoja šīs formas. Man likās, ka tas ir forši, tāpēc es uzņēmu bildi.

Ko tu redzi?

Soul chart

Dvēseles diagramma

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

Sveiki, vienkārši gribēju dalīties ar kaut ko, ko es gleznoju pagājušajā gadā. Es jutos salauzts pēc šķiršanās, tāpēc esmu bijis bezsaistē jau dažus mēnešus, bet viņa saprata, cik daudz es varu dot. Man tiešām gribētos satikt kādu šogad, kādu, kas novērtē romantiku, bet arī ir ar tumšu humora izjūtu un vēlmi pēc piedzīvojumiem. Viņa ieguldīja darbu, tāpēc kādam vajadzētu gūt labumu 😅

Vienkārši dalos ar dažiem saviem mākslas darbiem

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📍Exmouth

Sveiki, Hi, Hola 👋

Čakru saskaņošanas izpausme

Mani nesenie dizaini

Mini maska

Saules stars

AI radošumam

Izveido Pros sarakstu 🫶

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