a sculptured life: one way ticket.....

Monday, September 12, 2011

one way ticket.....

What do you do when people you love buy a one way ticket to the other side of the world......

You say HAVE THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE...

But you also say, come back one day, be safe and WE LOVE YOU....

Saying goodbye this morning was SO hard...
But just maybe we might
meet you in Greece one day.

Thankyou for everything...
love your familings.

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KylieSeptember 12, 2011 at 1:29 PM
I don't know that they'll be able to stay away for too long, and when they do they'll have even more appreciation of this country and their loved ones. That said, I hope they have a fantastic time :)
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rexSeptember 13, 2011 at 1:32 PM
Hope so Kylie...

THANKYOU so much for the weekend, all your help was very appreciated, and your husband making a million pizzas!!! and then almost drinking a bottle of cain!! Hope you have a great time in melbourne!
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AnonymousSeptember 13, 2011 at 4:46 PM
Wishing them great adventure and safe travels!
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CassSeptember 23, 2011 at 10:57 PM
Only just read this today Rex, thankyou xx was thinking of u this morning when a cranberries song came on the radio in a cafe :)
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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.....

Monday, September 12, 2011

one way ticket.....

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