a sculptured life: night guarding.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

night guarding.

Night watch at twilight in autumn at easter.....

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AnonymousApril 26, 2011 at 1:51 PM
Love the baby owl.
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rexApril 26, 2011 at 7:28 PM
thats my life sorry my wife
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rexApril 26, 2011 at 7:28 PM
wayne said that
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KylieApril 27, 2011 at 5:39 PM
Did you do that rex? Love it.
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rexApril 28, 2011 at 7:26 AM
Thanks, yes I am little possessed at the moment with drawing, Just been such a long time, hope things are well with you guys.
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KylieApril 29, 2011 at 9:50 PM
Fantastic skill to be possessed by! We're all good, after a lovely Easter camping by the Snowy River. Hope you all had a great break
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thatblogyoudoMay 4, 2011 at 3:43 PM
I loved the night watch sketch, very lovely
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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.....

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

night guarding.

7 comments:

Wayne

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