We waited until the coast was clear (of offspring on vacation) in order to let the chicken cross the road. Today, we salute and welcome you to the seventh year of this endeavor, the Department of Homeland Inspiration. Here, we scratch the earth's crust for evidence of "art", even the smallest representatives of it, due to the serendipity of daily existence. In The Art Ranger's daily practice, we collect and reflect on the visuals encountered by happenstance, moments a bit more carefully observed, and shareable: we relish the spots where image and narrative do a Tango.
|"jump through the hoop", noted by Bonnie Hotz|
Art Ranger's slightly late and worn,
Year in Review:
It will be distilled but not quite Haiku.
We humans have arrived yet again at the Age of Insanity, rather than the Age of Aquareous or peace,
and the planet is definitely more blue, yet hot than it was when we started.
|to her, the phone is still a voice carrying utensil somewhere having a cord, a physical umbilical. The invisible database in which her phone messages are now stored, has no visual anchor, no toehold in her world.|
|Claire Dane's Trump: Pictionary with Fallon|
|How could the Sooper Dick clan find a better blow-up toy?|
|flannel shirt arrives in cardboard box|
|blogging: a thought dispatch system|
|there there there -|
|It is how we see. We pause for it to breathe.|
Here, at The Department of Homeland Inspiration, we sift thoughts one stitch at a time, with our voice threads. For many, it's all about "Insty". Should the Art Ranger go on Instagram? She thinks not; as what we do here is not instant, but gathered more like a salad or flower arrangement. We like Twitter as headlines-cereal, but that hashtagging thing has got caught in our krall, a bit like splinters in your soup with all its mitosis like split seconds of gag like noise, like kindling.