a sculptured life: something pretty..... possibly millions of fairies?

Thursday, December 16, 2010

something pretty..... possibly millions of fairies?

this is until they start eating our plants...

then they will be described simply as @#$%$^ pests...!

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AnonymousDecember 16, 2010 at 2:23 PM
yeh!! right becky while they chew into my brain demolish the lawn, garden and devour the rhubarb . The chooks and birds are stuffed and cant move. Bring on Africa. They don't have pestilence and plagues ,droughts and floods!!! Val
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rexDecember 16, 2010 at 2:26 PM
ummmmmm are you sure about that???
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KylieDecember 16, 2010 at 8:51 PM
That top shot is brilliant Rex. Thankfully they haven't made it down our way yet, or maybe they have but have been blown back!
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rexDecember 17, 2010 at 12:53 PM
Thanks kylie... quick up date.....LOCUSTS are digusting.... You are very lucky not to have them.. I dont know what will be left of our garden when we get back. so this is for them @#^%&$^%& >>>%^$&^%(^$%!!!!!!!!!
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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, December 16, 2010

something pretty..... possibly millions of fairies?

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