a sculptured life: Jonahs sculpture

Friday, November 5, 2010

Jonahs sculpture

So at 9 years old Jonah gathers, welds and exhibits. With a great mentor of course!

Bell springs

Sparky router

Dino core

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AnonymousNovember 5, 2010 at 5:40 PM
Go Jonah!! What an extrodinary talent! Its inspirational to see.
I particularly like the bottom character, kinda like a rhinoceros. Its the curve and determination! You'll be beating Dad in the artshows soon. Hee hee hee
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rexNovember 9, 2010 at 7:24 AM
Yeah he loves collecting (boy does he love collecting ) and making stuff, he won 1st prize for the Dino in the stawell show and then went through to win the the wimmera district championship last year. This year he won second prize for bell springs in stawell. They organize it through school so its all a bit of fun......
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KylieNovember 14, 2010 at 3:44 PM
Brilliant work Jonah, of course it's cause he's got such great mentors!
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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, November 5, 2010

Jonahs sculpture

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