Friday, October 28, 2016

Found Art Friday 211

Dear Ones,
Tis the season to wear glow-in-the-dark fangs.  Now, when we think of candycorn, those orange cones of October, we realize what 40 years of highfructosecornsyrum has done to our nation.   Halloween must still be fun and culturally necessary, as people need an identity release valve.

Friend in the Bay Area shares this highly enterprising elementary school class creation:
Not sure - is it Prince being licked by a giraffe?  In any case, these kids have some skills and some guts.  We shall set up our picnic on the sidewalk and await the puppet show to begin.
"Cradle to Cradle" product marketing

"For easy Trance Port" - Wowy //////// we could use some of that.
Speaking of spooky,
A Facebook gleaning: 'A scene from "The Birds"' notes Alice Bush
Some photos are images, some images are photos. 

Yesterday, we took a walk without our lump of technology, and of course, there at the pond, was both the blue heron and the snowy egret and the freshest greenest sprout color along with a mossy-blue-green-grey and mauve algae swirl with twelve coots resting softly on its edges;  all of which made us want to be Claude Monet.  All of which, had we the usual device in our hand, we may not even have noticed.
Here is a rare to share category, called  Posits and PhoNotes:
Feels like our Madefortvmovie country
August 2016, regarding the unmentionable the ubiquitous the candycorn tan Narcissist creep

Wake us up when it's over? 

 Have a vitality-filled week and send us some moments, oh please to:

Friday, October 21, 2016

Found Art Friday 210

Dear ones,
Isn't it exhausting?   We the people hold these truths to be self evident and now tortuous.
Quite often the Art Ranger notices objects produced in collaboration with "nature" that are so extraordinary looking that we should plainly hang up our artlady-must-make-things hat and just watch life move instead.  All the more, here at the Department of Homeland Inspiration, to continue to strive for a life slice where the "art" is  right under your feet.
! I must eat your foot right now or swing from your drapes!  I also can climb up onto the counter and lick the rim of your butter dish
How could anything be more funny and enchanting and nimble and clumsy than a baby animal?  Even if the creature is going to (in a very short period of time) reduce your home into various piles of unraveled of fibers.  How can you not be in favor of a creature that amuses itself so thoroughly with just a ball of foil or a toiletpaper roll, or even her own foot.  Of course, we understand now, the internet hypnosis of catness as antidote to our cultural pycho-ness.
 I am absolutely serious about playing with the utmost vigor
The other built-in awe in our immediate vicinity is the cornucopia from the garden created largely by our Gentleman Spouse.  Yes, these living sculptures have us bowing and squatting and doing plank pose while praying with delight at the shapes and tones and gestures and cellular vibrancy of these holy vegetables. 
Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes

 We will never tire of looking at this thing!   

And then, there is a siting from the world of commerce:
Sundried dumpster edge tomato
 Have you any slices of life to share?  How about it -

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Found Art Friday 209

Dear ones,
Yep -  it is pretty hard to not let the dog take the lead; this here artist wants to feel the air in her armpits amongst the birds, flailing along in this world.
Found in shared sketchbook, offspring about 8 yrs. old.  See that art?  Pretty sure a boy was making a portrait of his mother. 
We feel like this tree sometimes.  Don't you?  We just keep on going and growing around (it).

friend of the squashed abandoned glove, The Abandoned Sandal

It is hard not to wonder, therefore to create a narrative for this lone object landing; and why is the image so much more compelling to us with the rock than without? 
Art School Pavement Patina
Apply when necessary
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Friday, October 7, 2016

Found Art Friday 208

Dear ones,
Here we are past the cusp and zipping in to a new zodiac sign.  Where have we been?  Back to the (Not) Future, but the Homeland, grappling with the Motherlode; where we found these from 1962:
Would you care for Black and Red or Red and Black?

We sure do share our picture taking with others now
The gal is so sketchy here.  She's changed a lot.  Now a she is running for President and she doesn't have a bonnet.  Please help us survive one more month of this messy episode of our made-for-TV-movie country. 
 Newly accurate Emoji by sister,  Cara Hallock
We thought we were accomplished with the non-sequitor in conversation until we connected with the TSA agent at our small home airport wearing a nonwoman filling uniform:  after staring at our documents she said, "I ate a gherkin pickle today" .  "Okay then" and on through the conveyance machines we went with all the other little sausage links, but left wondering....
We actually saw this item in our recent travels.  It made that rickety jiggley noise even sitting idle.  We want to not feel like this machine looks.
As you know, the Art Ranger's gig thrives upon the random contributions of others:
Such as this "Track of Glack" witnessed by Richard Anthony on the job
Many a beautiful painting exists, which there is no reason to paint, only to be and to see.
Your spaceship still runs - the anagram or push-me-pull-you of the vehicle world
Hope your week contains something tasty or surprising.  Please send evidence to: