a sculptured life: Night movements.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Night movements.

I am facinated by what goes on in the darkness of the mountains. I am also trying my best to return to the space where I was drawing. I would like to blame Instagram or the fact my daughter does not sleep in the day or something else...but thats not true.

This is one of my first drawings I put on the blog, and I still love it.

Here is one I did recently.

(See its all mixed up with words.)

Even taken on instagram......damn myself.

Although its real words on real paper, thats

gotta count for something these days....

5 comments:

AnonymousDecember 16, 2011 at 3:01 PM
Looks good Rex!
Hope you find some time to do some more drawings. I love that first one too!
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JoDecember 16, 2011 at 4:10 PM
Real word on real paper by a real person. Beautiful, and a story in itself x
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tinsenpupDecember 19, 2011 at 12:50 AM
Oh, how cool. That second one should be called, 'subtext'! I love the spider. There's so much going on in that one, but it's all perfectly ordered. I can't even conceive of the ability to compose an image so cleverly. I'm blown away by the way one element flows seamlessly into another.
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rexDecember 20, 2011 at 7:55 AM
Thanks Tania and Jo, sometimes its hard to keep the momentum.

tinsenpup, I was reminded of this drawing and posted it here after seeing your post with the photo of the baby owl and its mumma and dadda that you took. The drawing is like life with its wisps of connections and threads that set off other events. We are all interconnected with the world and spider webs seem to be everywhere. Bit like the world wide web.
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nellDecember 21, 2011 at 2:03 AM
I love your drawings Rex. And even if you're using Instagram it counts. Look at it as a way for busy people (especially Moms) to document their children or the other aspects of their life that they love. Kudos to you for all you do!
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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, December 16, 2011

Night movements.

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