a sculptured life: Everybody, love's a clearing sale.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Everybody, love's a clearing sale.

Today.

I love a clearing sale.

My Dad used to drag me to clearing sales all over.

Today was spent at a nearby clearing sale.

The colors, the smell, the dust, the heat, the rust, the treasure.

They have shaped part of me somehow. In someway.

I am sure of it.

But....Today Wayne came home with this..

Our new.....old.........TOY.

And this is what my Father took home to my Mother.

Everyone's gotta have a Tractor........

APPARENTLY!

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ClareNovember 5, 2011 at 12:35 AM
Hi there - I remember as a child going to auction sales with my mom, then later on I married a man that loves auction sales. I love the tractors - there is definitively something about tractors!
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CassNovember 5, 2011 at 5:37 AM
I was readingthis thinking... 'what did dad bring home?' I knew he would have bought somethung, though I'm surprised its not those buckets full of scrap metal! Jonah looks like a proper little farmer on the tactor - I love it! xxx
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nellNovember 6, 2011 at 6:46 AM
What fun! Such great memories and photos!
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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.....

Friday, November 4, 2011

Everybody, love's a clearing sale.

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