Saturday, February 16, 2019

Found Art Friday 274

Dear ones,
Here at The Department of Homeland Inspiration where we specialize in "art" of the daily, we invented a job and a badge and a moving desk of discovery.  It seems amazing to have been doing this for nine years now, a quandary of perception, of place, of gnawing on certain bones.
From the series, moments in fencing:

along with rivulets and worm trails
our favorite dancer
While a marvel of a movement puzzle, it makes us really think about the cartilages inbetween and how to keep them moving
The "atmospheric river" has had that effect on our interior weather, we are ebbing and flowing our bag of human emotion water, our capillary exchange, our fluid filled eyes;
again?
Not Okay that monster who is charging around yet not in charge.  At least this causes us to do more core work at the gym, to practice tiger breathing techniques and woman warrior poses to stave off the churn of it, the all day chainsaw feeling of having been robbed, and so many many other defilements:
We hope that you too may be jostled awake by the absurd, beautiful, humorous, ironic, strange or wonderful moment in the space you not just occupy, but create.  Oh Pretty Please   -  share with homelandinspiration@gmail.com

Friday, February 8, 2019

Found A r t Friday 273

Dear ones,
Repetition that is never the same is this week's awareness pinpoint for the Department of Homeland Inspiration:
wayfinding
We are certainly lucky to have this particular dog god to insist we move through this particular ecosystem, a walk down to, and around, the pond (formerly) an Esalen, or Salinian watering hole. 
Over the years, the seasons, the times of day - hundreds of visits. Of course, there are the insides (interior weather) that the artist must monitor.
bird that paints itself is back!
Utterly un captureable by a "smartphone" but we insist, we keep trying.  
Birds look at us  ......   trying too hard to look at them and, right then, fly away quicker than consciousness.
Thank
heavens they do not like to be stared at.
On location, Art Ranger taps into her inner Monet, where we learned to relish both the words and the conditions of transitory, fugitive, intangible. Colors caused by the light, the water, or lack - the vegetation alive/decaying and both.
Late September, less and less and less water, yet more and more big birds : climate refugees?
the utmost patience for months
Palettes - October grasses and amaranths
To get back home, we must sport it up a hill, to be physically reminded of heart and breath.
and this most springy of color schemes
Do we look more carefully now that we are documenting so many more moments? Or, are we experiencing less? Where is this this vulturized culture cult of the images going?   What do you think?  Please do send evidence to Homelandinspiration@gmail.com.