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📍Exmouth

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

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Ahojte všetci! Dúfam, že máte dnes dobrý deň! 👋👋

Ahojte, Ahoj, Hola 👋

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

Chakras in alignment expression

Len som si myslel, že sa podelím o niektoré svoje umelecké dielo Asé ✨

Výraz zarovnaných čakier

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

My recent designs

Som nezávislý umelec, ktorý sa špecializuje na tlač a akvarel.

Moje nedávne dizajny

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

Mini mask

Vyrobil som malú masku z bielej hliny. Už len ostáva ju vyfarbiť😊

Mini maska

Sunburst

Slnečný výbuch

My recent art work

Moje nedávne umelecké dielo

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

Last thing I made

Nikdy som nič takéto nedal dokopy, tiež to prehráva hudbu

Posledná vec, ktorú som vyrobil

iPad doodle

iPad kresba

Colored on stream

Farbené na streame

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

Je to pracovný maskot. Robíme s ním každé dva týždne fotku, aby sme do života ľudí priniesli trochu fantázie. Tu je jedna z jeho veľkonočných fotiek, ktorá sa tento rok v práci nezdieľala!

Toto je 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?

Ak by si bol nútený pozerať film po zvyšok svojho života a mohol by si si vybrať, čo by si si vybral? 🫩

Zvyšok tvojho života?

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!

Už niekoľko rokov vyrábam mačacie bábky zo svojich vlastných mačiek a nedávno som začal predávať objednávky, ako aj iné predmety na počesť domácich miláčikov. Vrátane topánok, figúrok, odznakov a plstených figúrok!

Mačacie bábky!

Takie coś wyszło

Niečo také sa podarilo

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

Môj obľúbený Pokémon 💥☠️
Kto je tvoj?

Toxicroak použil 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

Ahojte! Ak je niekto v oblasti Houston, mohli by ste odporučiť miesto na strihanie vlasov? Zaujímajú ma alternatívne strihy a zábavné farby vlasov, mám veľa vlasov a chcem sa ich zbaviť, ale rád by som mal návrhy, koho preskúmať. (Mačka na pozornosť, volá sa Porkchop)

Potrebujem miestne rady

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?

Po dlhom dni práce alebo vybavovania, čo rád robíš, aby si sa uzemnil a opäť sa upokojil? Rád čítam a vytváram rôzne veci, keď môžem. 😊

Aká je tvoja obľúbená činnosť na uzemnenie?

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Zákulisie za opustenými.

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

Blocked

Ako sa prinútiš nechať bolesť opäť premeniť na umenie?

Zablokované

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?

Chcel by som si vybrať meteoritový kladivo, aj keď takmer neposkytuje žiadnu obranu, ofenzíva je ohromujúca. Nehovoriac o kráse v pohyboch a toku ako zbrane, tak aj osoby.

Ak by ste sa mohli naučiť a ovládnuť 1 zbraň, čo by ste si vybrali?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Tvoja meno je kreativita

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

Mám dosť pekné visiace veci, takže si zajtra kúpim nejaké háčiky. Dám vedieť s hotovou inštaláciou.

Chcem niečo nad mojou posteľou

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

Nič mi nepomáha spríjemniť deň ako tráviť čas s mojím číselným umením a maľovaním s hrnčekom čaju na vychutnanie a s trochou vonných tyčiniek.

Môj diamant podľa čísla je hobby, ktoré ma baví

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

Niekedy, keď premýšľam o pokroku svojej osobnosti, spomínam na dni mimo 9 do 5. Keď dieťa mohlo navrhovať. Ošklivá krabica na polici sa stala nádobou pre nerdov. Radioshack, keď existoval, mohol dodať obvody na vytvorenie. V akom veku opúšťame svoj oheň na vyjadrenie z indiferenice?

Kutilský kliešť

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

Paint :3

Práve som si vybral nejaké farby na rám postele. Ako sa cítime

Farba :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

Toto je príklad toho, čo sa stane, keď sa odpojim doma sám. Pridajte hudbu podľa vlastného výberu, ktorá ovplyvňuje atmosféru.

Čo vidia ostatní vs ako to vidím ja

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

elves or gnomes

Myslím, že sa mi páči, ako vyzerajú elfovia, ale viac sa mi páči zmysel pre humor trpaslíkov.

elfovia alebo trpaslíci

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

My first copper ring

Toto je prvý a jediný medený prsteň, ktorý som vyrobil... je dvojvrstvový.

Môj prvý medený prsteň

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

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Mala mi výjsť mriežka asi s košíčkom na kvietky, ale niečo tu nehrá 🫣

Niečo také vyrobené na terapeutickej dielni 🤭

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

Marble run

Takže som práve postavil svoju druhú mramorovú dráhu, ktorá funguje celkom dobre

Mramorová dráha

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

Ako hore, tak dole. Ako vo vnútri, tak navonok...

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

Tu to začína byť zvláštne. 

Tasmánsky tiger bol vrcholový predátor v Austrálii a do konca 30. rokov 20. storočia bol vyhubený. 

Svoju zosnulú manželku som spoznal cez osobný inzerát, na ktorý jej matka vlastne odpovedala... hovoril som, že to bude zvláštne! Jej matka si so mnou dohodla rande a povedala jej, aby prišla.
Ale ona si prečítala inzerát predtým, ako prišla za mnou... a zmenila môj svet na 16 rokov. 

Keď sa to prvé ráno rozvidnelo, stále sme boli na tej vlne z nášho stretnutia. Dvaja profesionáli v hudobnom biznise, ktorí mali vlastné vydania na veľkých labeloch. Už sme o sebe vedeli, ale nesnívali sme, že sa to stane. Spomenul som niečo o svojom inzeráte a ona povedala "Tasmánski tigri". 
Spomenul som ich vo svojom inzeráte a ona nevedela, čo to je.

Tak som jej ukázal blikajúci starý film z konca 30. rokov, ktorý ukazoval posledného prežívajúceho v zoo v Austrálii.
A moja myšlienka... že som posledný - ako sa aj ona cítila... 

Tak som zopakoval svoj pôvodný inzerát... dúfajúc, že budem mať to šťastie znova, pretože verím v uctenie svojich zosnulých, aby sme mali najlepší život, aký môžeme. Napokon, už sme mali prax! 

Okrem mojej hudby som aj romantik. Posledný z pravých a postihnutých. Viem, že nie som z tohto sveta. Aspoň nie tu. Som tasmánsky tiger. Thylacine, a hľadal som po zemi ďalšieho... a stále som len jeden. 

Nebolo to vždy takto. Môj život sa zmenil, keď som videl, ako môj partner padol pod novými predátormi, ktorí napadli naše lesy. Už sú to štyri zimy a stále si pamätám deň, keď som sa vrátil do našej nory a spevavce, ktoré žili nad nami, ma videli... môj pomalý krok, môj fixný pohľad... keď prestali spievať a boli nepokojné. 

Doteraz prestanú, keď sa vraciam s korisťou, ktorú nemám s kým zdieľať. Sú to jednoduché tvory, ale žijú na svojich intuíciách... a nielen na svojich, ale aj na tisíckach svojich predkov, ktorí prišli pred nimi, tisíce myslia ako jeden... a ich piesne sú ich vedomosť, ktorá nie je naučená... ale určite je skutočná. 

Pýtali sa ma, ale už vedia... a ja to viem... je to ich spôsob, ako uznať môj vnútorný bol. Vidia ma, ako nosím svoju korisť späť do nory... a vidia, ako mi oči zvlhnú. Nevedia, čo to je, a ani ja. 

Sú zasiahnuť mojím žalostným zavýjaním. Ani ja neviem, čo to je... nerozpoznávam nič z toho, čo teraz robím... nie je to niečo, o čom som si vedomý... ale to zavýjanie... s nádejou, že bude odpovedané. Vedúc si, že nebude. Celá táto zem je pokrytá jednoduchými tvormi, TAK jednoduchými, a predsa úplnými... a celá zem je nimi pokrytá... toľko, že ich duše by mohli naplniť oceán... ale boli by tak plytké, že by sotva navlhčili moje chodidlá... 

Nerozumiem vlhkosti v mojich očiach a nepokoju v mojom srdci, keď myslím na minulé časy. Nikdy som nezavýjal. Štekal som, šuštal... a robil tiché pufy vzduchu, aby som dal signál svojmu partnerovi... a stále to robím vo svojich snoch. 

Vtáky rozprávali môj príbeh žeri

Tasmánsky tiger

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

Do you luv creating?

Vždy som mal/a nepopísateľnú túžbu tvoriť, ešte predtým, než som mal/a vedomosti a zručnosti, ktoré mám teraz…

Máš rád/a tvorenie?

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

New hair color!

Urobil som ju fialovú a zelenú, ale tá zelená vyzerá viac ako tyrkysová. Nie som s tým nespokojný.

Nová farba vlasov!

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?

Toto je kokosový olej, ktorý sa roztopil (nechal v aute), a keď znovu stuhol, vytvoril tieto tvary. Myslel som, že je to cool, tak som si to odfotil.

Čo vidíš?

Soul chart

Duševná mapa

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

Ahoj, len som chcel zdieľať niečo, čo som namaľoval minulý rok. Cítil som sa zlomený po rozchode, takže som bol niekoľko mesiacov offline, ale ona praskla a vajce, ktoré videlo, koľko môžem dať. Naozaj by som chcel stretnúť niekoho tento rok, niekoho, kto ocení romantiku, ale má aj temný zmysel pre humor a túžbu po dobrodružstve. Ona do toho vložila prácu, takže by niekto mal získať výhody 😅

Len sa delím o niektoré svoje umelecké dielo

Boo komunita pre stretnutie sa ďalšími Creativity nadšencami.

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📍Exmouth

Ahojte, Ahoj, Hola 👋

Výraz zarovnaných čakier

Moje nedávne dizajny

Mini maska

Slnečný výbuch

Môj nový bakalársky príbytok časť 1

Vytvor si zoznam výhod 🫶

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