a sculptured life: South Africa

Thursday, January 20, 2011

South Africa

Creations in south Africa...

At boulders bay Jonah bought a beaded Zebra from this zimbabwean man. He had left zimbabwe 10 years ago and wont return until the Mugabe goverment is gone... (same!)

Jungle gym/ playground south african style

zimbabwean bead art.

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KylieJanuary 20, 2011 at 8:42 PM
Are you homesick for it yet?!
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AnonymousJanuary 20, 2011 at 9:40 PM
The challenges face us all but africa can take you for the ride
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rexJanuary 21, 2011 at 9:36 AM
Hi kylie, yeah am, Just not the traveling part...so exhausting with a little one. Jonah was brilliant, perfect age to travel! We must plan a trip to zim somehow...someway at sometime!!! hope you are all well !
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KylieJanuary 21, 2011 at 9:37 PM
Maybe it'll all be good by the time Sanura is Jonah's age! Not sure we can wait that long:) All good here, looking fwd to catching up
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beaded animalsSeptember 8, 2013 at 5:26 PM
Love that beaded elephant!
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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, January 20, 2011

South Africa

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