a sculptured life: A Bug Party.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

A Bug Party.

Last year we had a purple fairy party, and everything was a blur of purple and tulle.

This year we had a creepy crawly bug party, and everything was a blur of wings and antennas.

Lady bug cake.

Bouncing bugs

New birthday tee pee.

Gift of art.

Thank you all for a fab day and all the beautiful thoughtful gifts.

3 comments:

MaxabellaNovember 23, 2011 at 11:35 PM
What a cool lady bug cake! Great costumes too. I just love parties to buts and pieces!! x
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tinsenpupNovember 24, 2011 at 12:59 AM
That looks awesome. I'm in love with that tee pee. What a great gift!
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rexNovember 24, 2011 at 1:44 PM
Hi Maxabella, me love parties too. Exhausting, but fun.

Tinsenpup, that lovely tee pee come from an aussie on-line store called mocka.com.au - It was just $98.00, I thought that was an unreal price compared to the other 300 dollar ones I had seen. It is made very well, has a window and a matt that is tied to the bottom. Mana lovesssss it.
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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, November 20, 2011

A Bug Party.

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