a sculptured life: Life source.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Life source.

How does this make you feel?

It's not so much the words.

Its the tone, the feeling.

Lifting you up, then down.

Cutting into your soul.

Deep and primal.

When Wayne's two girls were little we used to have saturday night roasts the weekends they came out to stay. After dinner, we all cozied up in the little cottage lounge and we took turns in sharing a selected song to listen too. In the dark. With just the glow of the fire.

It was so special, the way the music took you away.

It's a life source.

Listen to this.

Then close your eyes and listen to this.

How does it make you feel?

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AnonymousJune 26, 2012 at 6:03 PM
The well springs source of our soul. The pure sound of voices wonderful
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rexJune 27, 2012 at 5:40 PM
Yes indeed it is.
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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.....

Monday, June 25, 2012

Life source.

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