Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Quantitative Easing

The Art Ranger attempts to be aware of current events.  For many years, the absurdity of the "economy" has been a top topic for obsession.  This morning on the radio was a reference to "The FED" and the possibility of more Quantitative Easing.  This prompted the Art Ranger to look at a "rough draft" trying to grapple with the subject called, Quantitative Easing http://vimeo.com/25755153 and to share it with you anyhow, since life goes on, steadily chaotic, causing many "rough drafts" to actually be one-of-a-kind gestures that lead into the next project: FANNIE AND FREDDIE.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Found Art Friday 78


Sometimes "art"comes to you   -   and sometimes it is you who you have to go to art :



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The Found Art Friday Mailbox was empty this week. Good Heavens!  Fortunately, there is always something in stock here at The Department of Homeland Inspiration. 
This time,  she had to get out of the carThe dusty bank was dusty. The Sun was hot.
Where have your errands in and out of "the wilderness" taken you?
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Friday, February 17, 2012

Found Art Friday 77

Welcome to -  Is it already Friday (again) at the Department of Homeland Inspiration?  Here are some finds and founds for you.  Two from a friend in the Bay Area:
Artful Underpass
and, Garage Door Message

The next three come from our Noah, who has camera spontaneity down.


Capturing the Dogness of the dog

And two from Jim Lindenthal:
No one around.  And was the Coffee still warm?
Making it look easy.
And to this, The Art Ranger admires perseverance in "nature".
Plus, the dafodils have re-arrived.



Friday, February 10, 2012

Found Art Friday 76

Welcome to The Department of Homeland Inspiration, where we seek to find art in moments.
Have you been present for any sky paintings lately? This one from Duckhunter Anonymouse:
And Other Sun Rises Right Out Our Window

To try to appreciate things that don't last. The following link shows a ONE MINUTE NATURE VIDEO (zen aspiration) by The Art Ranger while on a stroll of Hotel Grounds in Costa Rica, quite near the in-house composting operation. http://vimeo.com/36561507. And curiously not far from this displaced sculpture:
Captured by Jeff, at sunset


Have you heard what the birds are singing?

Friday, February 3, 2012

Found Art Friday 75

Dear Ones,
Today is a day of mourning. Found Art Friday goes black and back to its root.  We are grieving the loss (too soon) of a very dear friend of thirty years;  an amazing poet, teacher, mentor.  Her name, Stacy Doris, a muse to many:  http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/702

Stacy is responsible, in part, for this blog of Homeland Inspiration even existing since it was she who suggested this medium to me a few years ago.

Today, there is no room in our brain for stray images as we find our way through the thicket of it sinking in.  We build a low stool to sit on as we go down to earth to share the heaviness. We comb through memories of gladness that we were able to be close friends with such an extraordinary person, one with such high standards for giving the right kind of attention to others, for heft in thinking, for how to be playful and precise with the powers of language, for how to tackle an illness, and so much much more.

We met in college through words, poems, and bonded over art and writing as a way of living in the world and being friends. We had cups of coffee or tea together and talked about what mattered to us and laughed 'til we cried.  Once we bought bikes at The Goodwill and rode them down such a big hill in the rain that we became dolphins. Somehow, we spent the rest of the afternoon fishing for bluefish off a dock along the river with some postal workers.  Another time, we got to ask a man in a thick white rowboat in a choppy ragged turquoise sea to take us to the end of the world, Finis Terre, the farthest point west off the coast of Spain, just because it was named that, and there was no other way to get there, and we were determined. We Found a hole in the roof where we could look for moons and stars.  Our education spilled into exploration. We set out to test boundaries, find new edges, and forge truth sockets in our life awareness and in our art forms.

We jumped through each others unconventional sentence hoops, and shared our narratives over cups of tea as the chapters of our lives unfolded; in-between and alongside were months, years, spouses, babies, books, jobs, and different kitchen tables, ...  with no break in our rhythm of understanding, questing.

So outstanding a person, so terrific an inspiration, so huge a loss.