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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?

Uzoq ish kuni yoki ishlar tugagandan so'ng, o'zingizni erkin his qilish va yana tinchlanish uchun nima qilishni yoqtirasiz? Men imkonim borida o'qishni va turli narsalarni yaratishni yaxshi ko'raman. 😊

O'zingizni erkin his qilish uchun eng sevimli ishlaringiz nimalar?

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

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Hammaga salom! Bugun yaxshi kun o'tkazayotganingizni umid qilaman! 👋👋

Salom, Salom, Hola 👋

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

Chakras in alignment expression

Faqat o'z san'at asarlarimdan bir nechtasini baham ko'rmoqchi edim Asé ✨

Chakralar muvofiqligi ifodasi

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

My recent designs

Men bosma san'at va akvarelga ixtisoslashgan mustaqil san'atkorman.

Mening so'nggi dizaynlarim

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

Mini mask

Men oq loydan kichik niqob yasadim. Faqat uni ranglash qolgan😊

Sunburst

Quyosh nuri

My recent art work

Mening so'nggi san'at asarim

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

Last thing I made

Men hech qachon bunday narsani birlashtirmaganman, u ham musiqa chaladi

Oxirgi tayyorlagan narsam

iPad doodle

iPad chizgisi

Colored on stream

Oqimda rangladim

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

U ish maskoti. Biz har ikki haftada uning suratini olamiz, odamlarning hayotiga bir oz g'ayrioddiylik qo'shish uchun. Bu yil ishda ulashilmagan Pasxa fotosuratlaridan biri!

Bu 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?

Agar siz hayotingizning qolgan qismi davomida bir filmni tomosha qilishga majbur bo'lsangiz va uni tanlash imkoniyatingiz bo'lsa, qaysi filmni tanlardingiz? 🫩

Hayotingizning qolgan qismi?

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!

Bir necha yildan beri o'z mushuklarimdan mushuk qo'g'irchoqlari tayyorlayapman va yaqinda buyurtmalarni sotishni boshladim, shuningdek boshqa hayvonlarga bag'ishlangan buyumlar. Poyabzal, figuralar, pinlar va qoplangan figuralarni o'z ichiga oladi!

Mushuk qo'g'irchoqlari!

Takie coś wyszło

Shunday narsa chiqdi

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

Mening sevimli Pokémonim 💥☠️
Sizning sevimli Pokémoningiz kim?

Toxicroak zahar urishini ishlatadi!

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

Salom! Agar kimdir Xyuston atrofida bo'lsa, soch kesish uchun joy tavsiya qila olasizmi? Men alternativ kesimlar va qiziqarli soch ranglariga qiziqaman, menda ko'p soch bor va undan qutulmoqchiman, lekin kimni o'rganishim kerakligi bo'yicha takliflar olishni xohlayman. (Diqqat uchun mushuk, uning ismi Porkchop)

Mahalliy maslahat kerak

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Orqada qolganlarning sahnasi.

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

Blocked

Qanday qilib o'zingizni og'riqni yana san'atga aylantirishga majbur qilasiz?

To'siq

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?

Men meteor bolg'asini tanlamoqchi bo'lardim, hatto u deyarli hech qanday himoya bermasa ham, hujum juda kuchli. Qurol va insonning harakatlari va oqimidagi go'zallikni aytmasa ham bo'ladi.

Agar siz 1 qurolni o'rganib, ustalik bilan egallay olsangiz, qaysisini tanlardingiz?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Ijodkorlik Sening Isming

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

Menda juda chiroyli osma narsalar bor, shuning uchun ertaga bir nechta ilgich sotib olaman. Tugallangan o'rnatish bilan yangilayman.

Men yotog'imdan yuqorida biror narsa xohlayman

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

Mening kunimni yaxshilaydigan hech narsa yo'q, lekin raqamli san'atim bilan bir oz vaqt o'tkazish, choy ichish va ozgina tutun yoqishdan zavq olish.

Mening raqamli oltingugurtim - bu men yoqtiradigan hobbi

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

Ba'zan shaxsiyatimning rivoji haqida o'ylaganimda, 9 dan 5 gacha bo'lgan kunlarni eslayman. Bolalar dizayn qila oladigan payt. Rafdagi xunuk quti nerdlik uchun idishga aylandi. Radioshak mavjud bo'lganida, yaratish uchun sxemalar taqdim etardi. Qaysi yoshda ifoda qilishga bo'lgan olovimizni befarqlik bilan tark etamiz?

Tinkering Tick

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

Paint :3

Yotoq ramkam uchun ranglarni tanladim. Qanday his qilamiz

Ranglar :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

Bu, men uyda yolg'iz bo'lganimda qanday bo'lishini ko'rsatadigan misol. Tanlangan kayfiyat musiqasi ta'sir qiladi.

Boshqalar qanday ko'radi vs men qanday ko'raman

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

elves or gnomes

Men elflarning ko'rinishini yoqtiraman, lekin gnomlarning hazil tuyg'usi menga ko'proq yoqadi.

elflar yoki gnomlar

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

My first copper ring

Bu men tayyorlagan birinchi va yagona mis uzugim... u ikki qatlamli.

Mening birinchi mis uzugim

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

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Menda gulli savatcha bilan to'rtburchak chiqishi kerak edi, lekin bu yerda biror narsa noto'g'ri 🫣

Bunday narsa bandlik terapiyasida qilingan 🤭

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

Marble run

Shunday qilib, men ikkinchi marvarid yo'limni qurdim, u juda yaxshi ishlaydi

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

Yuqorida qanday bo'lsa, pastda ham shunday. Ichkarida qanday bo'lsa, tashqarida ham shunday...

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

Mana, bu yerda g'alati bo'ladi.

Tasmanshiri yo'lbars Avstraliyada eng yuqori ovchi edi va 1930-yillarning oxiriga kelib yo'q bo'lib ketdi.

Men o'zining onasi javob bergan shaxsiy e'lon orqali marhum xotinim bilan tanishdim... g'alati bo'ladi, dedim! Uning onasi men bilan uchrashuv belgiladi va uni borishga aytdi.
Lekin u menga kelishidan oldin e'lonni o'qidi... va 16 yil davomida mening dunyomni o'zgartirdi.

Birinchi tongda quyosh chiqayotganida, biz bir-birimiz bilan uchrashganimizdan juda xursand edik. Musiqa biznesida ikkita professional, o'zimizning katta label chiqarishlarimiz bor edi. Biz bir-birimizni allaqachon bilardik, lekin bunday bo'lishini tasavvur qilmagan edik. Men e'lonim haqida bir narsa aytdim va u "Tasmanshiri yo'lbarslari" dedi.
Men ularni e'lonimda tilga olgan edim va u nima ekanligini bilmasdi.

Shunday qilib, men 1930-yillarning oxiridan qolgan eski filmni ko'rsatdim, unda Avstraliyadagi hayvonot bog'ida oxirgi omon qolganini ko'rsatadi.
Va mening fikrim... men oxirgi edim - u ham qanday his qilganini...

Shunday qilib, men asl e'lonimni qayta yozdim... yana bir bor shunday omadli bo'lishni umid qilib, men o'lganlarni hurmat qilishga ishonaman, eng yaxshi hayot kechirish uchun. Axir, bizda tajriba bor!

Musiqam bilan birga, men ham romantikman. Haqiqiy va azob chekayotganlarning oxirgisiman. Men bu dunyodan emasligimni bilaman. Kamida bu yerda emas. Men Tasmanshiri yo'lbarsiman. Thylacine, va men boshqa birini izladim... va hali ham bitta sifatida qolmoqdaman.

Men har doim bunday bo'lmaganman. Mening hayotim, yangi ovchilar o'zimizning o'rmonimizga bostirib kirganida, o'z do'stimni yiqitganimda o'zgardi. Endi to'rt qish o'tdi va men hali ham o'sha kunni eslayman, bizning uyimizga qaytganimda, ustimizda yashovchi qo'shiqlar meni ko'rdi... sekin yurishim, qattiq qarashim... ular qo'shiqni to'xtatdilar va noqulay his qildilar.

Hozirgi kunga qadar, ular men qaytganimda to'xtaydilar, hech kim bilan bo'lishish uchun ovqat olib kelganimda. Ular oddiy jonzotlardir, lekin o'z intuitsiyalari bilan yashaydilar... va nafaqat o'zlari, balki avlodlarining minglab avlodlari bilan birga, minglab bir fikrda... va ularning qo'shiqlari o'rganilmagan bilimlari... lekin albatta haqiqiy.

Ular mendan so'radilar, lekin ular allaqachon bilishadi... va men buni bilaman... bu ichimdagi og'riqni tan olish usuli. Ular meni uyimga ovqat olib kelayotganimni ko'rishadi... va ko'zlarimning namlanishini ko'rishadi. Ular buni nima ekanligini bilishmaydi, men ham bilmayman.

Ular mening achchiq qichqiriqimdan ta'sirlangan. Men ham buni nima ekanligini bilmayman... men hozir qilayotgan narsalarimni tanimayman... bu men hatto bilmaydigan narsa... lekin qichqiriq... umid qilib, javob berilishini kutib. Buning bo'lmaydiganini bilaman. Bu yerning barchasi oddiy jonzotlar bilan qoplangan, juda oddiy, lekin to'liq... va butun yer ularning bilan qoplangan... ularning ruhlari okeanni to'ldirishi mumkin... lekin menimcha, bu juda sathi bo'lib, menim oyoq padlarimni deyarli ho'llamaydi...

Men ko'zlarimdagi namlikni va yuragimdagi no

Tasmanshiri yo'lbars

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

Do you luv creating?

Men har doim yaratish uchun tasvirlab bo'lmaydigan bir istakni his qilardim, hozirgi bilim va ko'nikmalarga ega bo'lmasimdan oldin...

Siz yaratishni sevamizmi?

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

New hair color!

Buni binafsha va yashil qildim, lekin yashil rang ko'proq teal ko'rinadi. Bunga norozi emasman.

Yangi soch rangi!

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?

Bu kokos moyi, eritilgan (mashinda qoldirilgan), keyin yana qattiqlashganda, bu shakllarni hosil qildi. Men bu juda qiziqarli deb o'yladim, shuning uchun suratga oldim.

Nimani ko'ryapsiz?

Soul chart

Ruh chizig'i

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

Salom, o'tgan yili chizgan bir narsamni baham ko'rmoqchi edim. Mening ajralishimdan keyin o'zimni parchalangan his qildim, shuning uchun bir necha oy davomida onlayn bo'lmadim, lekin u men qanchalik berishga qodir ekanimni ko'rdi. Men bu yil kimnidir uchratishni juda xohlayman, romantikani qadrlaydigan, lekin shuningdek, qorong'u hazil tuyg'usi va sarguzashtga intilishi bo'lgan birini. U mehnat qildi, shuning uchun kimdir foydasini ko'rishi kerak 😅

Faqat o'z san'at asarlarimni baham ko'rmoqchiman

Honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey honey

Just a few observations...

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Faqat bir necha kuzatish...

A Boo community for meeting other Creativity enthusiasts.

Creativity Community

O'zingizni erkin his qilish uchun eng sevimli ishlaringiz nimalar?

Salom, Salom, Hola 👋

Chakralar muvofiqligi ifodasi

Mening so'nggi dizaynlarim

Mini mask

Quyosh nuri

Bunday

Yaxshi tomonlar ro'yxatini tuzing 🫶

Meni bilishni xohlaydigan yagona yigitlar bormi, ular eksklyuziv/monogam uchrashuv turidan. Xabar yuboring. Agar xabar yuborishga ruxsat bermasa, izoh yozing.

Ijodkorlik - bu aql qiziqarli vaqt o'tkazish ⚓

Bu ijodkorlikmi yoki boshqa narsa?

Vegan pecan pie! 🥧