a sculptured life: Dam bank sculpture

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Dam bank sculpture

Inspired by a visit to amazingly artistic friends. Wayne created this sculpture from the depths of his complex mind into a simple expression.. ( I got a funny look for this little insight! he always says he just has a little pea brain but I'm not buying that....He's a true artist....moody!)..... I Love this sculpture, it had been sitting amongst the grass beside the shed for months and I always imagined it being up on our dam bank and now it is ..... I love it even more. Great photos thanks Dad

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AnonymousNovember 11, 2010 at 7:40 PM
The setting is great and the scale is elusive
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AnonymousNovember 11, 2010 at 8:41 PM
Looks great! That's not banging heads is it?
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rexNovember 12, 2010 at 7:16 AM
Mmmmmmmmmm possibly !
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CassNovember 12, 2010 at 10:13 PM
absolutely stunning. fantastic photos! the colour in the first photo is wonderful - I love how the rusted look complements the green grass and the blue sky. beautiful dad x
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BunjilNovember 13, 2010 at 10:36 PM
More to come Ihope
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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.....

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Dam bank sculpture

5 comments:

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