a sculptured life: fire

Friday, September 2, 2011

fire

Maybe we did......

With some luck, we hope to be cooking gourmet pizzas soon. (fingers crossed.)

We are off to Port Fairy (or Fort Pairy as Mana likes to call it ) this weekend to spend some time with family.

I Love this song.

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ClareSeptember 2, 2011 at 4:13 PM
have a lovely weekend with your family - spending time with family is really the best way to spend time (besides making art)
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AnonymousSeptember 3, 2011 at 5:00 PM
Fantastic!
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UnknownSeptember 5, 2011 at 3:41 AM
Oh wow...it's finished.. can't wait to see the first pizza's...have a great weekend... :)
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AnonymousSeptember 5, 2011 at 12:29 PM
Yae! This is so awesome. You have such inspiring projects going on in your life. I really enjoy seeing things that you create with your family!
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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, September 2, 2011

fire

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