a sculptured life: 5.5 litres of blood. Food and Love.

Monday, March 25, 2013

5.5 litres of blood. Food and Love.

Wayne showed me this last night. I came into the room complaining about how sore my muscles were after helping with some concreting on the weekend. I felt like I had done a zillion squats!

So he said stop complaining and watch this, you will forget about your sore arse. Now after watching this it did not make me feel better about my life, I will never agree with looking at people worse off to make me feel better about my life. I think that is piss-weak.

Although I did forget about my sore arse.

When I watched this I was so in awe of the beautiful spirit of people on this earth. It made me think about purpose and love and bravery. It just made me think. It did not make me feel better about all my privileges. It is reality. Everything in life is about the basic thing of food and love.

FOOD and LOVE.

So now what am I going to do?

What are you going to 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.....

Monday, March 25, 2013

5.5 litres of blood. Food and Love.

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