a sculptured life: wordless wednesday

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

wordless wednesday

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tinsenpupDecember 14, 2011 at 8:19 AM
I love the light in that first pic. The goat in the last doesn't look quite real.
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rexDecember 14, 2011 at 2:00 PM
That first pic is my fav too. The girl is me and yes the goat is weird looking. There is another goat behind me too, which looks kinda strange also.

I remember those cord overalls as my fav thing ever!
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YaelDecember 14, 2011 at 5:05 PM
A sweet little girl turned into a lovely woman! :-)
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AnonymousJanuary 6, 2012 at 4:38 PM
I remember that grin like it was yesterday. :-)
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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, December 14, 2011

wordless wednesday

4 comments:

Wayne

David Harmer