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?

Nyuma y'umunsi muremure w'akazi cyangwa imirimo, ni iki ukunda gukora kugira ngo wiyumvemo no kwisubiramo? Nkunda gusoma no gukora ibintu bitandukanye igihe mbishoboye. 😊

Ni iki ukunda gukora kugira ngo wiyumvemo?

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

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Muraho mwese! Nizeye ko mufite umunsi mwiza uyu munsi! 👋👋

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

Chakras in alignment expression

Natekereje ko nagira ngo nsangize bimwe mu bikorwa byanjye by'ubugeni Asé ✨

Guhuza chakras mu mwandiko

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

My recent designs

Ndi umuhanzi ukora ku giti cye wihariye mu gukora impapuro no mu mazi y'ibara.

Imiterere yanjye iheruka

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

Mini mask

Nakoze mask ntoya mu ivu ry'umweru. Icyo hasigaye ni ukugira ibara😊

Mask nto

Sunburst

My recent art work

Ibihangano byanjye bya vuba

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

Last thing I made

Ntabwo nigeze nkoresha ikintu nk'iki, kandi gikina umuziki nanone

Ikintu cya nyuma nakoze

iPad doodle

New skill unlocked

Ubumenyi bushya bwafunguwe

Colored on stream

Nakoze ibara ku murongo icyumweru gishize

Ibyo nakoreye ku murongo

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

Ni ikimenyetso cy'akazi. Dukora ifoto ye buri byumweru bibiri, kugira ngo tuzane akantu k'ubusabane mu buzima bw'abantu. Dore imwe mu mafoto ye y'Umunsi Mukuru w'Ubwiyunge atarashyizweho ku kazi uyu mwaka!

Iyi ni 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?

Niba wagombaga gukurikirana filime mu gihe cyose cy'ubuzima bwawe kandi ukaba ushobora kuyihitamo, ni iyihe watoranya? 🫩

Igihe cyose cy'ubuzima bwawe?

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!

Mu myaka mike ishize, nari maze gukora imikino y'inyamaswa y'inyamaswa zanjye kandi vuba aha natangiye kugurisha ibihangano ndetse n'ibindi bintu by'icyubahiro ku nyamaswa. Harimo inkweto, ibishushanyo, ibimenyetso n'ibishushanyo byakozwe mu gishushanyo!

Imikino y'inyamaswa!

Takie coś wyszło

Ibyo byarangiye

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

Pokémon yanjye nkunda 💥☠️
N'iyawe ni iyihe?

Toxicroak ikoresha 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! Niba hari umuntu uri mu gace ka Houston, ushobora kumpa inama y'aho nakura imisatsi? Ndashaka imisatsi itandukanye n'amabara y'imisatsi y'ibyishimo, mfite imisatsi myinshi kandi ndashaka kuyikuraho ariko nifuza kugira inama z'abo nakwiga. (Inka y'ubwitonzi, izina rye ni Porkchop)

Inama z'aho

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Inyuma y'ibikorwa byasigaye inyuma.

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

Blocked

Uko wakwiyumvisha ko ububabare bwakongera kuba ubuhanzi?

Bikurikirana

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?

Nashaka gutoranya umwambi w'ikirunga, n'ubwo utanga umutekano muke, igitero ni kinini. Ntitwibagirwe ubwiza mu ngendo no mu buryo bw'iyo ntwaro n'umuntu.

Niba ushobora kwiga no kumenya intwaro 1, ni iyihe watoranya?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Ubugeni Ni Izina Ryawe

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

Mfite ibintu byiza biremereye bityo nzagura imikandara ejo. Nzabagezaho amakuru ku gikorwa cyarangiye.

Ndashaka ikintu hejuru y'uburiri bwanjye

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

Nta kintu na kimwe kinyungura umunsi wanjye uretse kwishimira igihe runaka n'ubugeni bwanjye bwo gushushanya hamwe n'igikombe cy'icyayi cyo kwishimira n'ubuki.

Impeta yanjye ku mibare ni umwuga nkunda

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

Bimwe na bimwe mu gihe ntekereza ku iterambere ry'ubwoko bwanjye, ndibuka iminsi yo hanze y'amasaha y'akazi. Igihe umwana yashoboraga gukora igishushanyo. Agasanduku kameze nabi ku ishyiga kabaye ikibuga cy'ubuhanga. Radioshack igihe cyayo cyariho yashoboraga gutanga imiyoboro yo gukora. Ni irihe zamuka dushyira ku ruhande kubera kutita ku muriro wacu wo kugaragaza.

Icyuma cy'ibitekerezo

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

Paint :3

Nafashe amabara amwe ku giti cy'uburiri bwanjye. Twumva dute

Ibara :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

Iyi ni ingero y'ibyo biba igihe naba ndi mu nzu njyenyine. Ongeraho umuziki w'ibitekerezo ushaka.

Ibyo abandi babona vs uko mbibona

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

elves or gnomes

Ntekereza ko nkunda uko abana b'ibikururanda baboneka ariko nkunda cyane uburyo abashumba bafite urwenya.

abana b'ibikururanda cyangwa abashumba

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

My first copper ring

Iyi ni iringi ya mbere kandi yonyine ya copper nakoze... ifite ibice bibiri.

Iringi yanjye ya mbere ya copper

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

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Nari ngomba kubona ikarita ifite agasanduku k'ibihingwa ariko hari ikintu kitari gikwiye 🫣

Fata ikintu cyakozwe mu buvuzi bw'imyuga 🤭

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

Marble run

Noneho nubatse umukino wanjye wa kabiri w'amabuye ukora neza cyane

Umukino w'amabuye

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

Nk'uko hejuru, ni ko hasi. Nk'uko imbere, ni ko hanze...

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

Dore aho ibintu bitangira kuba bidasanzwe.

Intare ya Tasmanie, yari umunyamigisha mu gihugu cya Australiya, kandi yatewe mu iherezo mu mpera z’imyaka ya 1930.

Nahuye n’umugore wanjye wapfuye binyuze mu itangazo ryihariye nyina yatanze... naguhaye amakuru ko biba bidasanzwe! Nyina yateguye umunsi wo guhura nanjye, amubwira ko agomba kuza. Ariko yasomye itangazo mbere yo kuza kundeba... kandi yahinduye isi yanjye mu myaka 16.

Nuko izuba rirashe ku munsi wa mbere, twari tukiri mu mwuka mwiza wo guhura. Abantu babiri b’abahanga mu muziki, bafite ibihangano byacu ku masoko akomeye. Twari tuzi umwe undi, ariko ntitwigeze dutekereza ko ibi bizabaho. Navuze ikintu ku itangazo ryanjye, arambwira ati "Intare za Tasmanie". Nari naravuze kuri zo mu itangazo ryanjye, ariko ntiyari izi icyo ari cyo.

Nuko namwereka filime ishaje y’igihe cya 1930 yerekana intare ya nyuma yasigaye mu ngagi mu gihugu cya Australiya. 
Ndetse natekerezaga... ko ndi uwa nyuma - uko yabyumvaga nabyo...

Nuko nsubira ku itangazo ryanjye... ntegereje kuba umugisha nk’uwundi, kuko nemera kubaha abapfuye, kugira ngo ubuzima bwawe bube bwiza uko bishoboka. Nyuma y’ibyo, twaramenyereye!

Hamwe n’umuziki wanjye, ndi n’umukundana. Uwa nyuma mu bo mu by’ukuri n’abafite ibibazo. Nzi ko ntari muri iyi si. Ntabwo ndi hano, nibura. Ndi intare ya Tasmanie. Thylacine, kandi narashakishije isi indi... kandi n’ubu ndi umwe gusa.

Sinabaye nk’uku buri gihe, ariko. Ubuzima bwanjye bwahindutse ubwo nabonaga umufasha wanjye yicwa n’abanyamigisha bashya binjiye mu ishyamba ryacu. Bamaze imyaka ine, kandi ndacyibuka umunsi nari nsubiye mu nzu yacu n’inyoni ziri hejuru yacu zimbona... umuvuduko wanjye, icyerekezo cyanjye... ubwo zahagarikaga kuririmba kandi zigahinduka. 

Kugeza uyu munsi, zahagarara igihe nsubiye n’inyama zo gusangira n’uwari wese. Ni ibinyabuzima byoroheje, ariko biba ku bushobozi bwabyo... kandi si ubwabyo gusa, ahubwo n’ibihumbi by’abakurambere babo baje mbere, ibihumbi bitekereza kimwe... kandi indirimbo zabo ni ubumenyi bwabo butigishwa... ariko burakomeye. 

Bambajije, ariko barabizi... kandi nzi ibi... ni uburyo bwabo bwo kwemera ibikomere byanjye imbere. Babona nsubiye n’inyama mu nzu yanjye... kandi babona amaso yanjye atukura. Ntibazi icyo ari cyo, kandi nanjye sinzi. 

Bafashwe n’ijwi ryanjye ry’akababaro. Sinzi icyo ari cyo, kandi... sinzi ibyo nkora ubu... si ikintu nzi... ariko ijwi... ntegereje ko ryakirwa. Nzi ko bitazaba. Ubu butaka bwose burimo ibinyabuzima byoroheje, BYOROHEJE, ariko buruzuye... kandi isi yose irimo... ibyinshi ku buryo ibihanga byabo byashobora kuzuza inyanja... ariko byaba byoroheje ku buryo butazashobora kwangiza ibirenge byanjye...

Sinumva ukuntu amaso yanjye atukura n’umutima wanjye utuje, igihe ntekereza ku bihe byashize. Sinigeze ndirimba. Nari nkoresha ijwi ryo hasi, nkoresha umwuka muto kugira ngo nereke umufasha wanjye... kandi n’ubu ndabikora, mu nzozi zanjye.

Inyoni zambwiye inkuru yanjye ku ngurube... kandi igihe ingurube zagarukaga igihe iminsi yizihaga, zavuze ku isi itari ikiri

Intare ya Tasmanie

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

Do you luv creating?

Nkimara kugira ubushake budashobora gusobanurwa bwo gukora mbere y'uko ngera ku bumenyi n'ubushobozi mfite ubu…

Urukundo rwo gukora?

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

New hair color!

Nakoze umuhondo n'icyatsi ariko icyatsi kimeze nk'ubururu. Sinishimiye.

Ibara rishya ry'imisatsi!

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?

Iyi ni amavuta ya noix de coco yagiye ivugwa (yashyizwe mu modoka), hanyuma igihe yagarutse mu buryo bw'ibintu, yaremye izi shusho. Natekereje ko ari byiza, bityo nufata ifoto.

Ni iki ubona?

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

Ruskado we can too?

Uyu ni umunsi wanjye wa mbere hano, sinzi 🤷🏿‍♂️. N'ubwo bimeze bityo, iyi ni sketch yanjye ya mbere idafite icyerekezo.🤣

Creativity Community

Ni iki ukunda gukora kugira ngo wiyumvemo?

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Guhuza chakras mu mwandiko

Imiterere yanjye iheruka

Mask nto

Sunburst

Ni ubuhanga cyangwa ikindi kintu?

Hari abahungu bonyine bashaka kumenya njye bifuza kuba mu rukundo rwihariye/rumwe. Ohereza ubutumwa. Niba bitashobotse kohereza ubutumwa andika igitekerezo

Payi ya pecan idafite ibinyabuzima! 🥧

Ubwenge ni Ubumenyi kugira ibihe byiza ⚓

Umukino wo gukundana

Ubuhanga