a sculptured life: wordless wednesday

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

wordless wednesday

6 comments:

MaxabellaNovember 23, 2011 at 11:33 PM
The ducks are so cute and how beautiful is that hair!? Just lovely! x
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tinsenpupNovember 24, 2011 at 12:54 AM
I always find it slightly menacing when our chickens huddle around like that. The ducks certainly seem more charming.
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CassNovember 24, 2011 at 8:08 AM
Love, love, love that pic with the ducks! x
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nellNovember 24, 2011 at 1:23 PM
I love the picture with the ducks! Such sweetness.
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AnonymousNovember 24, 2011 at 2:26 PM
I love the idea of wordless Wednesday. Wish the ducks could talk though ;)
x JL
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ClareNovember 24, 2011 at 10:26 PM
Who needs words with such images - they just get in the way.
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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.....

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

wordless wednesday

6 comments:

Wayne

David Harmer