Go ahead show us something you are proud of that you created on your own?

[Amy10223]

Or have work in progress. All of us have different talents, some of them hidden, some you may be exploring now. What is it that you like to do in your spare time? During the pandemic I took up cooking lots but also painting. Here is some my work. And this is just something I have taken up! My talent is in copying other artists work, mostly Van Gogh's.

artists work--many Van Goghs here.

[Dinosaursandanime65]

Beautiful work, that Sunflower one especially is Tip Top. Here’s my best work

Obviously not done yet, but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHO. And for the record, she is NOT a “dinosaur whore”. She is Airina

[Amy10223]

Wow, I think your best work is B, C, and D. You should save these in a portfolio if you're interested in art school. Very good!
On mine--yes the sunflowers are a painting by Monet which was on a card my daughter sent to me in college. The original is beautiful. Thanks.

[Dinosaursandanime65]

Yohurhuuah, HuyHodhuRha

[Dinosaursandanime65]

No Maidens, Omega LoL

[Amy10223]

Why laugh? The detail is very elaborate.

[Dinosaursandanime65]

It’s funny. Like toast floating in water

[petitedollbabee]

G@G won’t let me attach photos to my comment for some reason but I do a lot of painting, but more cartoonish style and I usually paint demons/creatures rather than the painting style that you’ve got attached to your question 🙂

[Amy10223]

Have you tried taking a picture with your cell phone, mailing them to yourself, then downloading them? That’s how I had to do mine. Once you download them, from your computer you can get on GAG and choose them in your files to upload here. It goes a bit slow for me but it works. Maybe someone has a better way to do that.

[weysally]

hey those are good, wish I could do that, I can dance, but when it comes to painting I have two left hands and I am totally right handed , I knit and sew though

[Amy10223]

I dance in private! Haha I like to knit as well but I can't sew.

[weysally]

well I will sew things for you and you do a painting for me, we could tell a little lie and then say we did it, ha ha the dance is it the seven vails

[Amy10223]

It’s a deal! Haha!

[weysally]

it would be a nice world if things were like this, I heard that many years ago, this would have been common ground,

[Amy10223]

True... I was curious ab out your saying, ".. the dance is in the seven vails.." what does that mean?

[weysally]

oh apparently in some countries, a girl dances and slowly removes the vail, one by one,

[Amy10223]

Hmmm, I'll have to look it up. I like learning about different cultures.

[weysally]

I do as well, that is one of the small reasons I travel, that is also why I love to visit places like the Polynesian culture centre in Hawaii, they have seven islands there that you can see just by walking around, plus great meals and shows

[Amy10223]

Sounds lovely. Hawaii is on my list of places to see.

[weysally]

if you get the chance, go, its cheaper than I thought, some great places to see, take Diamond Head, am extinct volcano, you go through a tunnel and climb it from the inside, I think there are some 90 steps and more plus slopes to climb, but when you reach the top, over looking Waikiki beach is fabulous, and you get that feeling of romance, every one say Aloha

[weysally]

what do you think of my pic

[Amy10223]

I see you got it in the right spot! Very nice! I think you look look great!

[weysally]

thank you, I clicked on the wrong one, I was going to send one not quite revealing

[talka20]

This biggest one below i made yesterday... around 8 hours of work... also uploaded

[Amy10223]

The ones on the left, are they paintings or a combo of photograghs and paintings? The larger one is modern art? Very nice. Thanks for submitting!

[talka20]

The upper 3 are prints... i bought them... and thanks for comment... leme dm u to show u making process of it

[Amy10223]

Thank you! I saw it. That’s a very creative hobby you have.

[talka20]

Tysm

[Light909090]

I won’t be able to Draw anything right now but What I will say is I have a Art Skill I can Print a photo of a image whether it’s a Werewolf or a Vampire whatever it is and I can Look at the Image and draw it to look Really good. My art teacher was proud of me back in high school and I got good grade in there because I could Print anything and draw anything that is printed.

[Light909090]

I’ve always had that ability it was always a natural ability and I never needed to learn that because it was a natural ability I used to watch a Tv show On People that try to make Monsters with Clay and I used to draw the monsters they make with clay

[Light909090]

if I wanted to sell my Drawings I could if I wanted too

[Amy10223]

Those paintings I made are all fromother artists. I copied them online, where I'm able to zoom in on the paint strokes for the paintings and see what the artist dod, to copy it. So I'm no artist, but just good at copying. Have you tried painting? Some people show you on Youtube how to paint anything. I am not that great at drawing people, but with some objects, yes. M I once drew a very nice pumpkin by looking at one I had.
There are art schools that are geared to help you find and develop your talents. My daughter went to one, but just for a year as it was far (in Canada). But in that one short year, I was very impressed at the pencil drawings she made that were very realistic.

[Light909090]

No I haven’t

[Light909090]

If I went to some school to further my education I don’t think it’ll be worth it I can draw but it to takes hours I don’t draw small stuff I draw very detailed

[Light909090]

I could just sell my stuff online create my own online website to sell my art pieces if I wanted to

[Amy10223]

I think you can develop into a better artist if you did go to school, that’s my opinion because I saw it in my daughter. And it does take hours to finish something good. Days even. But that’s up to you.
You can try a community college or a state school for art if you wanted to. You might love it.

[Light909090]

Sure if I was your Average joe but I’m not Who I was as a Stupid kid I’ve grown I don’t like people I even Dread going to work why because I don’t like people and it causes me to Dread going places.

[Amy10223]

Well, that won't help of course. My oldest is the same way but she sifefrs from self-esteem because of something she was born with. Would you say you are happy that way, or would you like to chnage a bit? Most people won't bite your head off, if you talk to them.

[Light909090]

Happiness doesn’t exist only people with emotions experience happiness people that lack emotions like myself Can’t experience Happiness because of lack of empathy
Without empathy Love and happiness cannot exist
No empathy causes no love no happiness A person cannot Be depressed If they lack all the emotions
I lack anger sadness and all the rest of them.
I can get hard but you don’t need emotions to get a boner

[Light909090]

And since I lack all the emotions I also cannot become emotionally addicted to people or things.

[Light909090]

Like cigarettes alcohol etc gotta have that emotional addiction to be able to physically get addicted to something

[justEric]

Your paintings are very beautiful, congratulations. I like to write, but I don't write in English, so it would be useless to show here

[Amy10223]

Thank you, what do you write about, and in which language?

[justEric]

You welcome, I write short horror stories mostly, my first language is Portuguese

[Amy10223]

Wow, that's great. I wonder if you could put a copy of a page here. But it's in Portuguese... I do read Spanish.

[justEric]

These are similar languages, I think you'd understand most of the text. I'll paste below part of a story because of characters limit if you wanna give it a try.
Eu estava sentado em um banco verde no Parque das Árvores. Era um dia quente de verão. O sol acariciava suavemente a minha pele morena. Meus olhos ainda se ofuscavam um pouco com a claridade recém descoberta ao tirar meus óculos escuros. Eu não estava acostumado com a luz natural, sei disso porque demorei algum tempo para me adequar a aquela nova iluminação. Enquanto isso, prestava atenção aos sons ao meu redor. Duas crianças brincavam em um gramado na minha frente. O riso delas era contagiante. Senti meus lábios se abrirem em um sorriso apenas por escutá-las. Enquanto isso, duas mulheres que provavelmente eram mães delas conversavam no banco ao meu lado sobre os desafios de ser pais nos tempos modernos. Eu tenho um filho. De 5 anos. Ele era brincalhão, porque pensei que poderia estar ali, se divertindo junto, e isso o faria muito feliz. Mas era muito branco, como eu, e o sol poderia machucar a pele dele. Eu amava meu filho. Era o que eu tinha de mais especial no mundo. Minha mulher havia falecido no parto, e desde então eu cuidava dele sozinho. Ao longe ainda escutava barulho de carros passando na rua. Uma ambulância. Será que alguém se machucou? Não importa muito, eu já estava acostumado com isso mesmo. Quando eu havia me tornado tão insensível? Temo que agora nunca irei saber.

[Amy10223]

You wrote that you were sitting on a park bench in a park, and that it was a sunny warm day. There were women there, and many children playing happily. You also described someone’s hair and eyes which the sun shone on. You were there gor awhile and liked to feel the warm sun on your face. You have a 5 year old son you love, and you last lost your mother (?) a short while ago. Two young children were playing in front of you and their smiles were contagious. Then there was an ambulance…and you thought why you were being insensitive? And that you feared you would find out…

[justEric]

Wow, you got it right, cool, you know Portuguese too, and my text is not a simple one. Let me know if you want to read the rest

[Amy10223]

Sure!

[justEric]

Passei a olhar ao redor e me encantar ainda mais com o ambiente em que me encontrava. Na minha frente, um gramado verde e uniforme, parecia um tapete. Era lindo. Também havia uma fonte cuspindo água graciosamente por todos os lados. As pessoas passavam distraidamente conversando ou apenas apreciando a vista assim como eu. Uma pequena brisa balançava as árvores e amenizava o calor que se abatia sobre aquele belo dia ensolarado. Agora eu me perguntava: o que eu fazia ali naquele momento? Já não me lembrava. Estava talvez apenas apreciando o dia?

[justEric]

Não parecia ter nenhum objetivo em mente. Apenas um pouco confuso. A confusão aumentou quando um homem sentou ao meu lado. Ele parecia nervoso, o suor escorria pelo rosto e molhava sua camisa social. Parecia suor da temperatura misturado com o suor do nervoso. Os olhos arregalados pairaram sobre os meus. Eu olhei para ele porque ele olhou para mim. Nunca o tinha visto, mas tinha a impressão de que já o conhecia de outra forma. Tinha uma vaga impressão de que o motivo da minha presença ali, naquele banco, naquele momento, tinha algo a ver com aquele homem. Ele possuía uma cicatriz na sobrancelha que interrompia a formação dos pelos. Por que me detive naquela sobrancelha? Ele se aproximou de mim, quase encostando a boca no meu ouvido, e me proferiu as seguintes palavras: “Os pica paus estão destruindo todas as árvores, precisamos acabar com eles começando hoje”. E foi embora.

[justEric]

Após isso, senti um zumbido, uma dor de cabeça. Uma sensação estranha. Senti um desejo urgente de sair dali. Mas permaneci. A verdade é que não queria perder aquelas sensações. As crianças rindo, o sol inebriante, o cheiro de relva no ar. Era um dia feliz. Ali permaneci, naquele banco, por horas, até que fui interrompido. Um policial, ou um homem vestido de policial, me abordou. Perguntou se o carro de placa AND1E45 era meu. Respondi que sim. Eu lembrava decididamente que aquela era a placa do meu carro. Ele me pediu que o acompanhasse até o veículo, pois estacionei em faixa amarela e o carro poderia ser apreendido. Não lembrava dessa irregularidade, mas assim o fiz.

[justEric]

Atravessamos uma parte isolada no parque e de repente senti uma batida na nuca, tudo ao meu redor ficou preto e caí no chão. Tentei emitir sons, mas puseram algo na minha boca. Fui carregado tonto por aquele homem que se dizia policial e outro até uma rua sem saída ao lado do parque. Lá, havia um carro preto, com os vidros escuros. Me jogaram lá dentro e andamos por várias ruas. Eu olhava o mundo maravilhado, mesmo através daquele vidro levemente escuro. Era tudo tão variado, agitado, tão… vivo. Eu gostaria de estar ali, em meio a aquelas pessoas, andar sem direção, conversar, ser uma delas, pelo menos uma vez.

[justEric]

Entramos em uma garagem subterrânea. Havia um prédio alto sobre ela, com as janelas todas espelhadas. Nenhuma placa. Apenas silêncio vindo de dentro e o reflexo dos que passavam do lado de fora. Inclusive nosso carro. Me retiraram do carro em uma grande garagem cheia de carros, mas não de pessoas. Cenário deprimente. Me levaram até um elevador pequeno e discreto, pressionaram o número 3. As portas se fecharam e logo se abriram novamente. Entrei em uma sala cheia de computadores sendo manejados por pessoas de branco. Me puseram em uma cadeira e prenderam meus braços. Eu parecia entorpecido, incapaz de reagir, nem tive o pensamento de tentar fugir ou lutar. Por quê? Era algo mais forte que eu.

[justEric]

Todos em silêncio. Conectaram alguns fios às minhas têmporas. Um homem se aproximou de mim com um objeto pontiagudo e o cravou no meu braço, logo acima da minha mão. Eu berrei de dor, enquanto o sangue quente escorria e parecia que jorrava do buraco aberto cruelmente. Jorravam também lágrimas dos meus olhos. Um homem gritou ao fundo: “Pelo amor de Engelberger, desliguem os sensores de dor dele antes que eu fique surdo". Após alguns segundos daquelas palavras ditas, eu não senti mais nada. Por baixo do sangue, no meu braço, havia um compartimento branco. O homem pressionou o que parecia ser um botão e o compartimento se abriu, revelando vários fios conectados a um chip.

[justEric]

O homem desconectou o chip e o entregou a alguém atrás de mim. Essa pessoa se colocou na minha frente. Ela disse que algo em mim estava errado. Que eu não segui a ordem que me foi dada, e por isso eu teria que deixar de ser. Que eu não era vivo, então não poderia ter livre arbítrio. Ela disse que teria que analisar o arquivo de log para que a próxima versão viesse livre de erros. Mas que iria transferir meu backup com a lembrança a partir da data do momento em que ocorreu o erro, poderia ajudá-los a entender o que aconteceu.

[justEric]

Eu não sou vivo? O que é ser vivo? Sentado naquele parque, eu vi a vida se manifestando em toda a sua beleza. Senti o vento, observei as cores, me senti feliz, reconfortado no meio daqueles humanos. Tive pensamentos de alegria, permaneci ali porque senti prazer com aquilo. Por que então eu não sou vivo? Como me tornar um? Agora minha consciência está em um lugar vazio, silencioso, parado. Eu não tenho mais olhos para enxergar, ouvidos para escutar, corpo para me movimentar. Resta apenas a lembrança de um único dia no parque e minhas memórias que percorrem infinitamente aqueles momentos em que fui livre.

[justEric]

Não lembro de nada de antes. O que aconteceu com meu filho? Ele era meu filho? Gostaria de ter pensado mais sobre ele naquele dia. Quanto tempo se passou? Dias, semanas, meses? Já não sei. Apenas me resta continuar me lembrando daqueles momentos até que eles me apaguem de suas máquinas. Ao menos tive a chance de ser vivo uma vez, e foi o suficiente para a minha prisão valer a pena.

[justEric]

Sorry, i might be missing something, but I didn't find a better way to send the text in the app

[Amy10223]

I began to look around at the environment and beauty around me. I saw a green square of grass (trees?) I also saw a fountain in which the water cascaded. down all around. People passing by were happy and distracted and enjoying the day like me. A breeze came by and cooled off the sunny day. Then I asked myself, what was I doing there? I didn't remember anymore. Perhaps I was just enjoying myself.

[Amy10223]

Will do the rest tomorrow. Sounds very nice so far. :)

[justEric]

Ok, thanks🙂

[Amy10223]

You also wrote about a man who was seated by you in the park. He was covered in sweat, and seemed nervous. His sweat was a mitxrure of the weather and of his nervousness. I had never seen before, but there was something about his presence that made me think I had seen hm on another form. He had a scar close to his hairline. He had a vague expression or motive that I noticed. Then the man says something about him (the narrator) being imnpressed by the trees, and something else. I dont understand the last few words that the man says.
PS I will translate these one paragraph a day! I hope you see my translations.

[AviatorTom]

You are very talented. I can't compete with that. I could show you a picture of the gate I built, but it wouldn't compare.

[Amy10223]

Thanks, Tom. I wish I was handy like that.

[Daviddd5412]

Wow those look really good! I'm terrible at drawing so I don't have anything to show.

[Amy10223]

Any other talents you have to tell us about?

[lorenzomichael]

The $4 dollar bill