a sculptured life: making a start

Friday, October 22, 2010

making a start

Here we are joining the world of blogging! In this blog I hope to share my husbands sculpture, the art we are involved in and our life developing a 75 acre plot to self sufficiency. oh and maybe it will help me get my own creative side on the go again!!

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CassOctober 26, 2010 at 5:25 PM
love love love the background!!! Don't think you need my help - I don't even know how to put pics in my background! xx
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rexOctober 27, 2010 at 7:39 AM
Thanks cass, hoping I can keep adding photos for each section but not sure how to do that yet.
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barbstarOctober 27, 2010 at 8:44 PM
got ya on blog
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what's it about?

Scrap.

Beautiful unique junk of the world. It makes the best things. In its imperfect left over state, it can fit together to make the most extraordinary creations. Wayne's the sculptor, maker, welder and doer of good things.

There's another kind of scrap too. It's me. A friend once told me that her mother referred to her as being made of the left over scraps. I feel the same. But now re-read the above paragraph of my explanation of scrap, and you too will understand why I feel anything but ordinary. I'm the contemplating, naval gazing writer, thinker and sometimes Artist.

So enjoy your perusing of this little dark, and not so dark creative blabbing blog.

Cheer Rex.

art...(by me)

art is movement, sounds, images and creations. art is everywhere, its when our daughter lines the tupperware in patterns all over the floor or draws lines in the sand. Its when our son hangs wire from a tree that suspends and old fan cage that holds his tools. Its all through wayne's shed and all contained in my head. It can be written on a wall and be crass or colorful.

Art is expression and it could never be contained within a frame...its ugly and its beautiful, its what goes on inside our head then gets spat out when we have had enough. It can be written it can be danced, it can be said and sometimes painted. Its all over and when we open our eyes and our hearts its all we will ever see.....

Friday, October 22, 2010

making a start

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Wayne

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