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Isn't it beautiful when you can pour all your worries away while doing something creative?

Art Heals

Ali ni lepo, ko lahko vse svoje skrbi izliješ, medtem ko počneš nekaj ustvarjalnega?

Umetnost zdravi

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Everyone looks better in a suit

Vsakdo izgleda bolje v obleki

📍Exmouth

💡What do you like about your job?
💰Does it pay well?
🤝🏻Would you recommend others joining your field?
🔮How does the future on your field look like?

I'm considering switching careers so I hear you all hahaha
Thx in advance😌

I'm summoning people with creative jobs

💡Kaj ti je všeč pri tvojem delu?
💰Ali dobro plača?
🤝🏻Bi priporočil drugim, da se pridružijo tvojemu področju?
🔮Kako izgleda prihodnost na tvojem področju?

Razmišljam o menjavi kariere, zato vas vse poslušam hahaha
Hvala vnaprej😌

Kličem ljudi s kreativnimi poklici

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

Chakras in alignment expression

Samo sem pomislil, da bi delil nekaj svojih umetniških del Asé ✨

Izraz usklajenosti čaker

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

My recent designs

Sem svobodna umetnica, ki se specializira za tiskarstvo in akvarel.

Moji nedavni dizajni

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

Mini mask

Naredil sem majhno masko iz bele gline. Edino, kar je ostalo, je, da jo pobarvam😊

Mini maska

Working on a proper few threats for the upcoming plot and just going to have fun with it. I get the impression they leveled down for the challenge of low level monsters. So you have to make leveled creatures and try to stay inside RAW games.

Though, I still want it to feel like a Bad End since I keep the game moving on their characters' backstories.

I guess I'll let the old tried 'n true method of internet polls or rolling my d20 decide their fate.

TPKing a DND Group soon.

Delam na pravih grožnjah za prihajajočo zgodbo in se bom preprosto zabaval s tem. Impressions imam, da so se znižali za izziv nizkonivojskih pošasti. Tako moraš ustvariti nivojske bitja in poskušati ostati znotraj RAW iger.

Kljub temu pa želim, da se počuti kot slaba končnica, saj igro premikam naprej na podlagi njihovih ozadij likov.

Mislim, da bom pustil, da stara preizkušena metoda internetnih anket ali metanja svojega d20 odloči o njihovi usodi.

TPKing a DND skupina kmalu.

Sunburst

Sončni žarek

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

Last thing I made

Nikoli nisem sestavil nič takega, predvaja tudi glasbo

Zadnja stvar, ki sem jo naredil

Colored on stream

Barvanje v prenosu

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?

Če bi bil prisiljen gledati film do konca svojega življenja in bi ga lahko izbral, kateri bi izbral? 🫩

Preostanek tvojega življenja?

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!

Že nekaj let izdelujem mačje lutke svojih mačk in nedavno sem začel prodajati naročila ter druge spominke za hišne ljubljenčke. Vključujejo čevlje, figure, broške in filcane figure!

Mačje lutke!

Takie coś wyszło

Takšno nekaj je prišlo ven

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

Moj najljubši Pokémon 💥☠️
Kdo pa je tvoj?

Toxicroak uporablja Poison Jab!

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

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Živjo vsi! Upam, da imate danes dober dan! 👋👋

Živjo, Hi, Hola 👋

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

Hej! Če je kdo na območju Houstona, mi lahko priporoči kraj za frizure? Zanimajo me alternativni rezi in zabavne barve las, imam veliko las in jih želim skrajšati, a bi rad imel predloge, koga raziskati. (Mačka za pozornost, njegovo ime je Porkchop)

Potrebujem lokalne nasvete

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 dolgem delovnem dnevu ali opravkih, kaj rad počneš, da se umiriš in ponovno dosežeš mir? Rad berem in ustvarjam različne stvari, ko lahko. 😊

Kaj je tvoja najljubša stvar, ki jo počneš, da se umiriš?

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

Blocked

Kako se spraviš do tega, da bolečino spet spremeniš v umetnost?

Blokirano

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?

Rad bi izbral meteorski kladiv, čeprav skoraj ne nudi obrambe, je ofenziva osupljiva. O lepoti gibov in toku tako orožja kot osebe niti ne govorim.

Če bi se lahko naučili in obvladali 1 orožje, katero bi izbrali?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Kreativnost je tvoje ime

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

Imam precej viseče stvari, zato bom jutri kupil nekaj kaveljčkov. Posodobil bom z končnim namestitvijo.

Želim nekaj nad svojo posteljo

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 ne pomaga, da mi polepša dan, kot uživanje v času z mojim številčnim umetniškim slikanjem ob skodelici čaja in malo kadila.

Moja številka diamanta je hobi, ki ga uživam

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

Paint :3

Pravkar sem izbral nekaj barv za svoj okvir postelje. Kako se počutimo

Barva :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

To je primer tega, kar se zgodi, ko se odklopim doma sam. Dodajte glasbo po izbiri za učinek razpoloženja.

Kaj vidijo drugi vs kako jaz

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

elves or gnomes

Mislim, da mi je videz vilinov všeč, a bolj mi je všeč smisel za humor škratov.

vilini ali škrati

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

My first copper ring

To je prvi in edini bakreni prstan, ki sem ga naredil... je dvojna plast.

Moj prvi bakreni prstan

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

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Morala bi mi priti mrežica, verjetno z košarico za cvetje, ampak nekaj tukaj ne štima 🫣

Nekaj takega narejenega na delovni terapiji 🤭

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

Marble run

Tako da sem pravkar zgradil svojo drugo mramorno progo, ki deluje precej dobro

Mramorna proga

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

Kakor zgoraj, tako spodaj. Kakor znotraj, tako zunaj...

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

Tukaj postane čudno. 

Tasmanski tiger je bil vrhunski plenilec v Avstraliji in je bil do poznih 30. let prejšnjega stoletja izkoreninjen. 

Svojo pokojno ženo sem spoznal preko osebnega oglasa, na katerega je dejansko odgovorila njena mama... povedal sem ti, da postane čudno! Njena mama je sklenila zmenek z mano in ji rekla, naj gre.
Toda preden je prišla k meni, je prebrala oglas... in spremenila moj svet za 16 let. 

Ko je sonce vzšlo tisto prvo jutro, sva bila še vedno na tem višku, ker sva se spoznala. Dva profesionalca v glasbeni industriji, ki sva imela lastne izdaje pri velikih založbah. Že sva se poznala, a si nisva predstavljala, da se bo to zgodilo. Omenil sem nekaj o svojem oglasu in ona je rekla "Tasmanski tigri". 
Omenil sem jih v svojem oglasu in ona ni vedela, kaj so.

Tako sem ji pokazal utripajoč star film iz poznih 30. let, ki je prikazoval zadnjega preživelega v živalskem vrtu v Avstraliji.
In moja misel... da sem bil zadnji - kako se je tudi ona počutila... 

Tako sem ponovil svoj prvotni oglas... upajoč, da bom spet tako srečen, saj verjamem v častitev svojih preminulih, da bi imel najboljše življenje, kar ga lahko. Konec koncev, imava že izkušnje! 

Poleg svoje glasbe sem tudi romantik. Zadnji od pravih in prizadetih. Vem, da nisem iz tega sveta. Vsaj ne tukaj. Sem tasmanski tiger. Thylacine, in iskal sem zemljo za drugega... in še vedno sem samo en. 

Nisem bil vedno takšen. Moje življenje se je spremenilo, ko sem videl, kako je moj partner padel zaradi novih plenilcev, ki so napadli naš gozd. Minile so štiri zime in še vedno se spominjam dneva, ko sem se vrnil v naš brlog in so me ptice, ki so živele nad nami, videle... moj počasen korak, moj fiksni pogled... ko so prenehale peti in postale nemirne. 

Do danes se ustavijo, ko se vrnem s plenom, ki ga ne delim z nikomer. So preprosta bitja, a živijo po svoji intuiciji... in ne samo po svoji, temveč po tisočih svojih prednikov, ki so prišli pred njimi, tisoči razmišljajo kot eno... in njihovi pesmi so njihovo znanje, ki ni naučeno... ampak zagotovo resnično. 

Vprašali so me, a že vedo... in to vem... to je njihov način, da priznajo mojo notranjo bolečino. Vidijo me, kako prinašam svoj plen v svoj brlog... in vidijo, da mi oči postajajo vlažne. Ne vedo, kaj to je, in tudi jaz ne. 

Zadene jih moj žalosten klic. Tudi jaz ne vem, kaj je to... ne prepoznam ničesar od tega, kar zdaj počnem... to ni nekaj, česar sem sploh zaveden... ampak klic... upajoč proti upanju, da bo odgovorjen. Vem, da ne bo. Vsa ta zemlja je pokrita s preprostimi bitji, TAKO preprostimi, a popolnimi... in celotna zemlja je pokrita z njimi... toliko, da bi njihove duše napolnile ocean... a bi bile tako plitke, da bi komaj namočile moje tačke... 

Ne razumem vlažnosti v svojih očeh in nemira v svojem srcu, ko pomislim na pretekle čase. Nikoli nisem klical. Klical sem, čvrsto... in delal tihe pihanje zraka, da bi signaliziral svojemu partnerju... in to še vedno počnem v svojih sanjah. 

Ptice so povedale mojo zgodbo žerjavom... in ko so se žerjavi vrnili, ko so se dnevi ogreli, so govorili o svetu, ki ni bil več za thylacine... ne brlog, ne sledi. Vodne luknje

Tasmanski tiger

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

Do you luv creating?

Vedno sem imela neopisljivo željo po ustvarjanju, preden sem imela znanje in znanje, ki ga imam zdaj…

Ali obožuješ ustvarjanje?

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

New hair color!

Naredil sem jo vijolično in zeleno, a zeleno izgleda bolj teal. Nisem nezadovoljen z njo.

Nova barva las!

Soul chart

Dušna karta

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

Hej, samo hotel sem deliti nekaj, kar sem naslikal lani. Po koncu zveze sem se počutil zlomljenega, zato sem bil nekaj mesecev brez povezave, a ona je razbila jajce, ki je videlo, koliko lahko dam. Res bi rad spoznal nekoga letos, nekoga, ki ceni romantiko, a ima tudi temen smisel za humor in željo po avanturi. Ona je vložila trud, zato bi moral nekdo dobiti koristi 😅

Samo delim nekaj svojega umetniškega dela

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