a sculptured life: wayne's birds..

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

wayne's birds..

He has been making these beautiful birds for such a long time and they have flown to all over the world..

And sometimes ..... (and I am selfish enough).... to wish for magical wings to bring them home... to their maker and creator,.... so then they could gently enclose their wings around him,... and whisper...'remember us' ...'you gave us life from just old junk'...'you gave us our wings to set us free...'

So then he wouldn't forget his real self.....

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AnonymousApril 12, 2011 at 5:59 PM
A stunning sculpture.
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CassApril 13, 2011 at 4:01 PM
i am selfish enough to want this too :)
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JessApril 15, 2011 at 7:19 PM
I love to see things used and made into something beautiful instead of getting thrown away.:)
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AnonymousApril 17, 2011 at 9:39 AM
beautiful creations...
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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 12, 2011

wayne's birds..

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Wayne

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