a sculptured life: part 1 burning sculpture..

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

part 1 burning sculpture..

That moon was beautiful....

as was everything else.

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AnonymousSeptember 13, 2011 at 3:35 PM
. . . wow . . . that is impressive. You live a beautiful and fascinating life!
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AnonymousSeptember 13, 2011 at 4:48 PM
He was an impressive man! Great celebrations. I just copied pic. Oliver wants to take it to show and tell. He loved it!
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nellSeptember 15, 2011 at 2:34 AM
Curious if you and Wayne have ever been to Burning Man? http://www.burningman.com/ Something tells me you might enjoy it. I've never been, but many of my friends have returned several years in a row.
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rexSeptember 16, 2011 at 1:50 PM
we would love to go to Burning Man, and waynes inspiration came from this festival. We have not made it there yet, but maybe one day.
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KylieSeptember 16, 2011 at 8:40 PM
Was very impressive and a fantastic night though girls have requested that "next time we go camping can the man not sing so loud cause he kept waking me up"?! They'll be disappointed that the same food, company and music is unlikely to be present at our next camping trip!
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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, September 13, 2011

part 1 burning sculpture..

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