Saturday, February 8, 2020

Found Art Friday 299

Dear ones,
It feels more and more a version of Waiting for Godot.  Certainly the un-united state is not "Slouching towards Bethlehem", perhaps necessary mayhem.  But we do find this is interesting:
From our dear one in New Hampshire.  We think it seems exhausting to live through being the hosts of this early triage (our system is down).  Could you just write it on paper this time please.  Actual real handwriting messy.
We are interested in what could only be happening right this second.  And this candidacy is one of them things.  As is the technological grip.  Art Ranger is currently not orbitting in synch with any one of them.
Luckily, there is a friend's cat named Dennis of Kaz who is putting in thought bubble time about what to do about it
Plus we're made of colorful materials that will last until the comet arrives
One day in the neighborhood, as we walked the trail where one can see a cow or two, we saw this red ensemble approaching and thought to ourselves - uuugggghhh - As the gentleman ambled into closer view - it was instead this wry retort upon his noggin! Along with a fabulous attitude.  Oh thank you humans who are humane! You remain the most of us - Please.
Scarecrow yoga today at 4
 Here are your crops dear.  This takes space and water and sky and air and petroleum and plastic and people.  
We may be sharing the planet with zombies flapping about sucking up viewpoints like milkshakes on a teenage afternoon, or vampire bats that inject media into he bloodstreams. What is the right amount to inform ourselves without drowning?
a healthy dollop of clay
 getting traction    are we?

Art Ranger collects images and thoughts that catch your eye and your mind at the same time: homelandinspiration@gmail.com.


Monday, February 3, 2020

Monday Meditation

Dear ones,
Naturally we ache over the new low low of the so called "trial".  All those hollow-balled-truth-choppers in decline, staring at their shoes while drinking his toxic milk, falling irreparably in line with inflated sad-puppets' vile gluehand-hair-whirl of weak-ego after burn.
The quid must unseat the pro and, he is a pro at con
Art Ranger tries to find moments to divert from the disgust and anxiousness of a worldwide opera of distorted principles, a farce of malfeasance, making Orwell's Animal Farm, a very dog-eared copy indeed.
“Comrades!' he cried. 'You do not imagine, I hope, that we pigs are doing this in a spirit of selfishness and privilege? Many of us actually dislike milk and apples. I dislike them myself. Our sole object in taking these things is to preserve our health. Milk and apples (this has been proved by Science, comrades) contain substances absolutely necessary to the well-being of a pig. We pigs are brainworkers. The whole management and organisation of this farm depend on us. Day and night we are watching over your welfare. It is for your sake that we drink the milk and eat those apples.”
― George Orwell, Animal Farm
Doublespeak Whirligig





 What takes our mind off of the chaotic spin of our tragi-comedy (made-for-tv-movie) country? At times focusing on the sheer outlandish preposterousness of it!
Man defending president's dream cream on tv wears a fake breast pocket handkerchief motif.  Visually and factually untrustworthy.
"Not a scintilla of evidence" said the especially snakey one named Sip Alone who was in the same room
Are people actually drinking this koooolaid?

Rather the united states of kleptocracy, with rug pulled out from under its stature of principles.
This is going to require so much clean up   !  !   !  So tired of exclamation points and unprecedenteds.
this here is shampoo for our brain
and green scrub breathing mat
or, farmers market tuber colors
And how are you? with what Art Ranger calls the pre-exhausted conditions.
Have you seen any light?  If so, or not, please send to homelandinspiration@gmail.com.
when this happens it is our very inspiring departed friend calling