a sculptured life: Our very own trailer park.

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Our very own trailer park.

UNIQUE OUTBACK TRAILER/CARAVAN PARK.

Great out look, rural attractions, rooster alarm clocks, outdoor bathing, home cooked al fresco meals, play mates provided and possum roof rattling included.

What more could you want?

So for unique bush, trailer park expierence reviews call LUCA On : 8857773746744722099.....

We love having you here, you make our life richer and fuller.......
LOVE your familings xxxxxooooooooo

P.S. One day we just may have a more fancy abode for you to lay your sleepy head.

6 comments:

AnonymousOctober 16, 2011 at 7:44 PM
Well it does look idyllic but life in the rural setting does have its challenges hey luca
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CassOctober 17, 2011 at 7:19 AM
Haha i love this!
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KylieOctober 17, 2011 at 8:25 PM
Oh, so no vacancy till March then? :)
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AnonymousOctober 18, 2011 at 4:48 PM
Haha gold! love it.
5 star definitely !!
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nellOctober 21, 2011 at 12:03 AM
I want to come for a visit! Just our style.
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rexOctober 21, 2011 at 7:13 AM
Sadly our little pop top will be vacant today as Luca finishes her teaching placement and heads back to Uni.....Mana has already started missing her and Jonah wants to Know why she cant just keep on living here.

Thanks for the 5 star rating and will make sure we keep it available just for you, but as you can see we have a few more occupants in the wings. So when you have rounds next year Lutey, it will be available for you again (if our house is still stuck in the planning permit stage, that is.) All of you are welcome to stay in the meantime.

Bye bye Lutey, love you xxx
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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.....

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Our very own trailer park.

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