a sculptured life: a secret island.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

a secret island.

This lake sits in the valley of the Gariwerd (Grampians) mountains and we often cross to the other side. It is quite remote, and after we had serious landslides and floods earlier this year that closed a large proportion of the national park, it is even more so now. It is the best, we never see anyone there and Mana thinks it is a secret island that we only go to. I love that. We do however have to watch for snakes and biting bull ants, but we have to do that everywhere anyway. So this is our little treasure spot and we love it. I also wrote about it here with some sketches too.

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nellOctober 11, 2011 at 11:28 AM
It's a MUST to have secret spots that only "you" know about! This one looks very special.
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Sandra van DoornOctober 14, 2011 at 7:56 AM
humm i love the idea of a secret island. this one looks particulary beautiful..aaahh. Australia. so beautiful.
xo sandra
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CassOctober 15, 2011 at 10:00 PM
Looks fantastic! I want a secret island :)
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rexOctober 16, 2011 at 3:49 PM
To be in a childs head when anything can be something......

I remember that feeling of turning a bare patch of earth and a tree into a magical world....
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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, October 11, 2011

a secret island.

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