a sculptured life: Monday music. Homeless.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Monday music. Homeless.

We watched a beautiful documentary last night on this collaboration of music. It was inspiring to watch such amazing artists creating together.

"Somebody cry.. why, why, why?"

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KylieDecember 17, 2012 at 9:47 PM
We found it by accident last night too. Brilliant stuff and music our kids are growing up with, as we did :)
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rexDecember 18, 2012 at 7:31 AM
We stumbled on it too! It was fascinating. This actual concert above was in Zimbabwe in 87' Wayne and Linda where over there at the time and went to the concert .. A heap of other international singers too. Wayne says it was amazing!

I said to Wayne We have to play more of this music for the kids too!
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rexDecember 18, 2012 at 7:31 AM
We stumbled on it too! It was fascinating. This actual concert above was in Zimbabwe in 87' Wayne and Linda where over there at the time and went to the concert .. A heap of other international singers too. Wayne says it was amazing!

I said to Wayne We have to play more of this music for the kids too!
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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, December 17, 2012

Monday music. Homeless.

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