Ulimwengu

Creativity

creativity

📍Exmouth

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?

Baada ya siku ndefu ya kazi au shughuli, unapenda kufanya nini ili kujitengenezea na kujirudisha kwenye hali ya utulivu tena? Napenda kusoma na kuunda vitu tofauti ninapoweza. 😊

Ni kitu gani unachokipenda kufanya ili kujitengenezea?

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

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Habari kila mtu! Natumai mna siku njema leo! 👋👋

Habari, Hi, Hola 👋

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

Chakras in alignment expression

Nilidhani ningeshiriki baadhi ya kazi zangu za sanaa Asé ✨

Uelewano wa chakras

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

My recent designs

Mimi ni msanii huru ambaye anajishughulisha na uchapishaji na rangi za maji.

Michoro yangu ya hivi karibuni

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

Mini mask

Nilifanya maski ndogo kutoka kwa udongo mweupe. Kile kilichobaki ni kuipaka rangi😊

Maski ndogo

Sunburst

Mwangaza wa Jua

My recent art work

Kazi yangu ya sanaa ya hivi karibuni

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

Last thing I made

Sijawahi kuunganisha kitu kama hiki, kinapiga muziki pia

Kitu cha mwisho nilichofanya

iPad doodle

mchoro wa iPad

Colored on stream

Nilichora kwenye mtiririko wiki iliyopita

Rangi kwenye mtiririko

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

Yeye ni alama ya kazi. Tunachukua picha yake kila wiki mbili, ili kuleta kidogo ya ucheshi katika maisha ya watu. Hapa kuna moja ya picha zake za Pasaka ambazo hazikushirikiwa kazini mwaka huu!

Huyu 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?

Ikiwa ungelazimishwa kuangalia filamu kwa maisha yako yote na ungeweza kuichagua, ungechagua ipi? 🫩

Msaada wa maisha yako?

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!

Kwa miaka michache nimekuwa nikitengeneza vikundi vya paka wa paka wangu na hivi karibuni nimeanza kuuza maagizo pamoja na vitu vingine vya kukumbuka wanyama. Ikiwemo viatu, vichwa, pini na vichwa vilivyoshonwa!

Vikundi vya paka!

Takie coś wyszło

Kitu kimeisha

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

Pokémon yangu ninayependa 💥☠️
Ni yupi wako?

Toxicroak tumia 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! Ikiwa kuna mtu yeyote katika eneo la Houston unaweza kupendekeza mahali pa kupata nywele? Ninavutiwa na kukata mbadala na rangi za nywele za kufurahisha, nina nywele nyingi na nataka kuondoa baadhi yake lakini ningependa kuwa na mapendekezo ya nani wa kuangalia. (Paka kwa ajili ya umakini, jina lake ni Porkchop)

Ushauri wa Mitaa Unahitajika

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Nyuma ya pazia ya kuachwa nyuma.

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

Blocked

Je, unajipaje kuacha maumivu kuwa sanaa tena?

Imezuia

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?

Ningependa kuchagua nyundo ya meteori, hata kama inatoa ulinzi kidogo sana, mashambulizi ni makali. Si kusema uzuri katika harakati na mtiririko wa silaha na mtu.

Kama ungeweza kujifunza na kufahamu silaha 1, ungechagua ipi?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Uumbaji Ndiyo Jina Lako

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

Nina vitu vya kupendeza vinavyoning'inia hivyo nitanunua nanga kesho. Nitatoa taarifa na usakinishaji ulio kamilika.

Nataka kitu juu ya kitanda changu

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

Hakuna kitu kinachosaidia kufanya siku yangu kuwa bora isipokuwa kufurahia muda wangu na sanaa yangu ya kuchora nambari pamoja na poti ya chai ya kufurahia na uvumba.

Almasi yangu kwa nambari ni hobby ninayoipenda

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

Wakati mwingine ninapofikiria kuhusu maendeleo ya utu wangu, nakumbuka siku za nje ya saa 9 hadi 5. Wakati mtoto angeweza kubuni. Sanduku mbaya kwenye rafu lilikuwa chombo cha ujinga. Radioshack ilipokuwepo inaweza kutoa mizunguko ya kuunda. Ni umri gani tunaacha kwa kutokujali moto wetu wa kujieleza.

Kipande cha Kuunda

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

Paint :3

Nimechukua rangi kadhaa kwa ajili ya fremu ya kitanda changu. Tuna hisia gani

Rangi :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

Hii ni mfano wa kinachotokea ninapokuwa na mawazo mbali nyumbani peke yangu. Ongeza muziki wa hali ya hisia unayopenda.

Kile wengine wanaona vs jinsi ninavyofanya

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

elves or gnomes

Nadhani napenda jinsi mapepo yanavyoonekana lakini napenda zaidi hisia za ucheshi za gnomes.

mapepo au gnomes

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

My first copper ring

Hii ni pete ya shaba ya kwanza na ya pekee niliyofanya... ni tabaka mbili.

Pete yangu ya shaba ya kwanza

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

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Nilitarajia itatoka kama mduara na kikapu cha maua lakini kuna kitu hakiko sawa 🫣

Chukua kitu kilichofanywa kwenye tiba ya kazi 🤭

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

Marble run

Nimejenga mchezo wangu wa pili wa marumaru ambao unafanya kazi vizuri

Mchezo wa marumaru

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

Kama juu, ndivyo chini. Kama ndani, ndivyo nje...

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

Hapa ndipo inakuwa ya ajabu. 

Tiger wa Tasmania, alikuwa mnyama wa juu katika Australia, na aliuawa hadi kutoweka mwishoni mwa miaka ya 1930. 

Nilimmeet mke wangu marehemu kupitia tangazo la kibinafsi ambalo mama yake alijibu... niliwambia inakuwa ya ajabu! Mama yake alifanya mpango wa kukutana nami, na kumwambia aende.
Lakini alisoma tangazo kabla ya kuja kuniona... na kubadilisha dunia yangu kwa miaka 16. 

Jua lilipoinuka asubuhi hiyo ya kwanza, tulikuwa bado kwenye hali hii ya furaha kutokana na kukutana. Wataalamu wawili katika biashara ya muziki, ambao walikuwa na matoleo makubwa ya lebo zetu wenyewe. Tulikuwa tayari tunajua kuhusu kila mmoja, lakini hatukuota ndoto hii ingetokea. Nilirejelea kitu kuhusu tangazo langu na yeye akasema "Tiger wa Tasmania". 
Nilikuwa nimewataja katika tangazo langu na hakuwa anajua ni nini.

Hivyo nikamwonyesha filamu ya zamani inayong'ara kutoka mwishoni mwa miaka ya 1930 ambayo ilionyesha mmoja wa mwisho aliyenusurika katika zoo nchini Australia.
Na wazo langu... kwamba mimi ndiye wa mwisho - jinsi alivyohisi pia... 

Hivyo nikarejelea tangazo langu la awali... nikitumaini kuwa na bahati hiyo tena, kwani naamini katika kuheshimu waliotangulia, ili kuwa na maisha bora unayoweza. Baada ya yote, tumekuwa na mazoezi! 

Pamoja na muziki wangu, mimi pia ni mpenzi. Wa mwisho wa wale wa kweli na walioathirika. Najua si wa ulimwengu huu. Si hapa, angalau. Mimi ni Tiger wa Tasmania. Thylacine, na nimetafuta dunia kwa mwingine... na bado ni mmoja tu. 

Sikuwa kila wakati kama hivi, ingawa. Maisha yangu yalibadilika nilipoona mwenzi wangu akiuawa na wanyama wapya waliovamia msitu wetu. Imekuwa majira manne ya baridi sasa na naweza kukumbuka siku niliporejea kwenye pango letu na ndege wa wimbo waliokuwa juu yetu waliniona... hatua yangu ya polepole, mtazamo wangu wa kudumu... walipositisha kuimba na walikuwa na wasiwasi. 

Hadi leo, wanakoma ninaporudi na mawindo ya kushiriki na mtu yeyote. Ni viumbe rahisi, lakini wanaishi kwa hisia zao... na si zao pekee, bali maelfu ya mababu zao waliokuja kabla, maelfu wanafikiria kama mmoja... na nyimbo zao ni maarifa yao ambayo hayajifunzwa... lakini bila shaka ni halisi. 

Wameniuliza, lakini tayari wanajua... na najua hili... ni njia yao ya kutambua maumivu yangu ndani. Wanaona nikileta mawindo yangu kwenye pango langu... na kuona macho yangu yakijaa machozi. Hawajui ni nini hicho, wala mimi. 

Wamegunduliwa na kilio changu cha huzuni. Sijui ni nini, pia... siitambui chochote ninachofanya sasa... si kitu ambacho hata najua... lakini kilio... nikitumaini dhidi ya matumaini kwamba kitajibiwa. Najua hakitakuwa. Ardhi hii yote imejaa viumbe rahisi, VYEPESI, lakini kamili... na dunia yote imejaa nao... wengi kiasi kwamba roho zao zinaweza kujaza bahari... lakini ingekuwa ya kina kidogo kiasi cha kushindwa kunyesha vidole vyangu... 

Sielewi unyevunyevu katika macho yangu na wasiwasi katika moyo wangu, ninapofikiria nyakati zilizopita. Sijawahi kulia. Nilikuwa nikiguna, nikicheka... na kutoa puffs za hewa kimya kuashiria mwenzi wangu... na bado nafanya hivyo, katika ndoto zangu. 

Ndege waliniambia hadithi yangu kwa masalio... na waliporudi masalio walipokuwa na joto, walizungumza kuhusu ulimwengu ambao haukuwa tena kwa thylacine... si pango, wala alama. Mito ya kunywa haikuonyesha alama ya mguu katika udongo... hakuna mifupa... na sungura na panya walikuwa na ujasiri... kana kwamba hawakuwa na chochote cha kuogopa! Na wengi... wengi kiasi cha kuwa na magonjwa na maiti zinazooza zikiwa wazi kila mahali... kiasi kwamba wanyama wanaokula maiti hawawezi hata kumaliza.

Tiger wa Tasmania

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

Do you luv creating?

Nimekuwa na hamu isiyoelezeka ya kuunda kabla sijapata maarifa na ujuzi nilionao sasa…

Je, unampenda kuunda?

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

New hair color!

Nimeifanya kuwa ya zambarau na kijani lakini kijani kinaonekana zaidi kama teal. Si huzuni nacho.

Rangi mpya ya nywele!

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?

Hii ni mafuta ya nazi ambayo yalitengenezwa (yaliachwa kwenye gari), kisha yalipokuwa na hali ya kawaida tena, yalifanya hizi sura. Nilidhani ni poa, hivyo nikachukua picha.

Unaona nini?

Soul chart

Ramani ya roho

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

Hey, nilitaka tu kushiriki kitu nilichochora mwaka jana. Nilihisi kuvunjika moyo baada ya kuachana hivyo nimekuwa mtandaoni kwa miezi michache sasa, lakini yeye alivunja na yai ambaye ameona ni kiasi gani naweza kutoa. Ningependa kukutana na mtu mwaka huu, mtu anayethamini mapenzi lakini pia ana hisia za giza za ucheshi, na hamu ya adventure. Alifanya kazi hiyo hivyo mtu anapaswa kupata faida 😅

Nashiriki tu baadhi ya kazi zangu za sanaa

Jumuiya ya Boo ya kukutana na wapenda Creativity wengine.

Jumuiya ya Creativity

📍Exmouth

Ni kitu gani unachokipenda kufanya ili kujitengenezea?

Habari, Hi, Hola 👋

Uelewano wa chakras

Michoro yangu ya hivi karibuni

Maski ndogo

🎨 Nini Kinachofanya Sanaa Kuwa ya Kipekee?

Fanya Orodha ya Faida 🫶

Je, kuna wavulana mmoja ambao wangependa kunijua ambao ni wa aina ya uchumba wa kipekee/monogamous? Tuma ujumbe. Ikiwa haiwezekani kutuma ujumbe andika maoni

Uumbaji Ni Akili kujiweka vizuri ⚓

Je, ni ubunifu au kitu kingine?

Keki ya pecan isiyo na bidhaa za wanyama! 🥧