Friday, September 15, 2017

Found ARt Friday 232

Dear ones,
While we were "at large" over the summer, a number of images crossed our path and here are some of them:
Richard Anthony reporting from Austin, where you are supposed to "keep it weird" 
It's kind of bipolar for the turtles, which makes perfect sense. Artarama is where mama want to be!

Many of you have experienced the environmentally friendly digital grafitti left by The Art Ranger
on Facebook ((oh geez now what've they done?)). When we notice friends images from a "found art" angle, we often comment "Art Ranger was here!".  Two from a high school classmate whom we haven't laid eyes on in person, for perhaps 38 years: Katie Sweeney Kikawa in Seattle area.
 "How does one survive this?"
Our menopausal teenage brain tries to remember her school girl essence and wonder about this person now, deduced from a few photographs, old and new.
Unearthed from her garden with dismay - 

Art Ranger found this edible mitt to be quite endearing.


Now a few more gleanings from the Colorado Motherlode (Home on the Range) area:
American Classic  - "Pioneer Modernism"?
It does make a difference how and when and where a thing was made!

And this:  A dedicated humor magazine    
We are in dire need of such at this moment! There is not quite enough humor to butter over the toast of our nation as it continues the excruciating "reveal".  Resist and persist we must, nevertheless!

Until we meet again: and we certainly hope that it could be through you sending an image of your own notion of "Found Art" To:  FAF@homeland

Friday, September 8, 2017

Found Art Friday 231: la rentree

Dear ones,
You go away for three weeks and the birds now sing a different song.  Before we get to the scraplings of a visual travelogue from Art Ranger's time out on "the range",  there was this: 
Whoah!!!  - Women's bathroom at the newly renovated SF MOMA
Which made an all out visceral emergency of the mundane errand, especially should you absent mindedly check the news.  But it sure fit as a backdrop of NOW.  Given the hurricanesque torque of incompetence as it re-smacks us in the face daily alongside the grueling groans of Nature: she is fed up and disgusted, having a sheer blow-out.  While the Tweet equivalent of a toxic vomiting disorder continues, each new news breaking and breaking at break neck speed, like there's no tomorrow.  Sure - we have a tiny rain boot and a firepants leg and big Assload of arms. We have cartoons running us over and grabbling our country's assets, bagging it up for themsleves and wearing your sweat equity like diapers under their hairdo, funneled down their slick-haired golden inflated toilet sponge.
"Uncharted territory".  Last year fire, this year flood, this year fire, this year ....
We keep hearing that we are in "uncharted territory" again and again and again.  Now there's also a "cone of uncertainty", which certainly mirrors what the DACA recipients will now have to wear on their heads every day;  so often the most inspiring and aspiring students. Ones who made you love your low wage job any way any how.


As mentioned, we were tasked with the gigantic debris storm of sorting through 48 years of the motherlode of our mother's belongings and entire life.  We now contrast that with weary souls in the current "cone of uncertainty" where nature's force may dismantle object-accumulation in one fell swoop of "eyewall replacement cycles". 
Of all the many thousands of objects, Dad's bench vise is one we actually feel attached to.
............ Breathe ..........
We actually saw this and watched it paint itself a painting with the sinking sun
Like characters in a play, this gaggle of all different old ish chairs sat at "The Pickle Barrel" restaurant in Silverton, Colorado and politely welcomed us  -  though surely gossiped about us after we'd left.

Despite unsuccessful photographs, each chair was fitted with a private wire sculpture underneath the seat to help shore up and flex with the loosened legs.  Art Ranger thrives on tiny moments such as these.

High altitude snacking
 Vignette from Minturn, Colorado
We found this to be poignant
You just keep going regardless - into a new time zone, a new century,a new technology.
We have tried for years to snap a picture of this dead serious sign, just off the I-5, heading west, near the oil fields
Our inbox is gladdened by accumulating a few of your images - hello people out there!:

Friday, July 28, 2017

Found Art Friday 230

Dear ones:
Airport family portrait with security glow:
The Art Ranger has been moving through the air frequently.

Was sweet to receive this in Art Ranger's recent (found art) mailbox:
"Whenever I see a lone glove, in particular" from Richard Anthony
It's that tussle with you and chaos that becomes our lives.  
Arroyo Grande "junk" shop - what ends up together
At home (that home), we tackle this drawer, you know the one .......
: : : ; :: ;; :'''''' ::::::::;;;{} {}  {} ::::::: arggg gee uhhhh la la la blah blah hee haw  grrrrrrrrrr ......
It gets existential, much more than nothingness would
everyone wants to connect and to see the light
The drawer of unintended  .............. ,,,,,,,,,,Consequences ..........
Where an excess of batteries, refrigerator magnets toothpicks scissors rulers and three-way plugs, duct tape picture wire flashlights sardine keys potato chip clips and bungee cords, wire cutters, paper clips, defunct phones, and yes an amazing number of coffee colored extension cords with different eras of flexible plastics, night-light parts along with a pocketpack of Kleenex from 1990s,  parts of parts, more scissors -7 sizes, a clouded magnifier, crazy glue foamed at the lid, those flat rubber bumpers for under a leg, hello kitty, safety-pins, this and that button, a screwdriver, a terrible plastic clothespin, emery boards reminding us of a certain grandmother on a beach chair - big glasses, and those things you screw a lightbulb into, ever so tiny a toothbrush, thumbtacks, small nails, quite a few screws that rock back and forth on their big slotted heads as the drawer
grows empty but gummy dust
Every house she says
has one of those
In this case, the tide of objects deferred and shoved and randomly slunk and shook itself to the back of the drawer again and again, until you just bought more electrical tape
Finally on this particular day of days,  a paper plate, a lightbulb and a rogue shoehorn, had all fallen down behind the lot of the corner (cabinets-
or dark dark points)
The whole row gone awry
and rendered achingly, vigorously - agape ...
We craved some order, the both of us ...
Sets and subsets of said set

and too many sunset photos to keep.  We just keep having them, mom until we don't and it's great to have been able to notice ..  "
"And miles to go before we sleep"

Oh hark, the summit of summer has way passed.  Oh poignant and slightest dread as days shorten.  Art Ranger is now officially "At Large" which is what it says instead of "Do not Disturb" on our door handle.  Please do collect especially those moments that can not be captured: found (typo "fund") "art" and send to: 

Friday, June 16, 2017

Found Art Friday 229

Dear ones,
Well we've really gone "meta" now when the lawyer hires a lawyer for himself.  Not rule of thumb, but rule of deranged that endangers. Moving along like pollen in the wind, we live our lives regardless, while context disturbs yet energizes.  CHECK OUT THESE ARTIST PROTESTS:

Even seven years in to this blog, it is still very nice to receive images in the (Found Art Friday) inbox:
Poet, Diane Gage sees that it's Jacaranda season, "sticky with cruising bees" in San Diego.
Which makes the Art Ranger want to walk on bumpy sidewalks where smells trade places with cracked  uprooted squares.

Now that our landscape is getting hot and dry and soft brown, we take this moment to appreciate images from this past winter of what the water wrought:
Here are two notices by Bonnie Hotz in Fort Ord:
Mud man

any crevice, full of possibility

Here's our street a few months ago.  Let us breathe in the freshness and recall the smell.

As we hydrate or partch or patch ourselves.

While in San Francisco very briefly, this snagged our eye:
Drain man probably knows Mud man.
May you have a soul full solstice this week.  Please see what you see and send it to

Friday, June 2, 2017

Found Art Friday 228

Dear Ones,
We the people must watch the show.  Oh woe  -  oh wow - what now.  And on like that. 

Now we must get on with our Found Art, collected and distributed on Friday, a ritual of observation.  Plus some words. 

Man and beast were recently encountered and relished by two of Art Ranger's fellas in two different Central coast cities:
Grocery Store Parking lot.  On his way to Pismo  -

"I don't know what it means, but I'm pretty sure it's true"  said our sister Cara
Maker of custom emoji's of late.  Presently Art Ranger is going to be both lazy and focused and pick a few images from 3 to 6 feet away in the backyard. Which is in fact the american dream:
Our first cabbage patch.
We are enamored of the color as it ages
Chicken dust causes flowers to rise out of a bench

Do try this at home.
May you have lovely week-end or day moment.  Cheers to doing it ourselves about climate whenever possible.  Breathe.  And behold - you found some "art"?  Send to

Friday, May 19, 2017

Found Art Friday 227

Dear ones,
We can't not be distracted by the quaking breaking "news".  It seems ages ago that Comey man admitted to feeling "slightly nauseous" (good sign) .... Meanwhile, the  comb-over, the sad mad Mr. What-not-to-be continues to blow himself up with over-inflation over what can not be just combed over.  Art Ranger became her father cussing at the television in 1972.  We would like to get off this carousel  - yet we are grotesquely fascinated by it. The ratings must actually be so high!

"There is nothing further to add on that." X 500 - We have Spicers, McMasters and Flakes ....

Is this the implosion of democracy?  Or is it the recharging station? 

Mother earth is surely going to rear her head. 

Insert breathing lessons that focus on the color of green or blue tones of nature:
At the Wishing Well (Sackler Museum, Washington DC )-  No one seems greedy - shared are small, basic, unifying wishes.  Moments of intention and wishes we wish for each other 

Bob's Art Lesson   -   Dad grew from art
Downtown Salinas   (We love heavy things that work)
What is America now?  How should we define ourselves? 
Since we can not accept many of the swirling narratives .
Scolds Bridle from 1700's  - we pair it with:
Please send your own randomness to

Friday, May 12, 2017

Found Art Friday 226

Dear ones,
Alas and alack (a severe lack) of clothes upon the Emperor causes we the people to suffer whiplash as ridiculously insecure man continues to jerk himselfness upon the world recklessly.

Art Ranger is therefore even more committed to the Homeland Inspiration service of recognizing moments of visual interest and excellence right where you may find yourself. 
Here is a contribution from sculptor Nicki Sucec in Arroyo Grande, California:
  This immediately sifts us over to "Stir Your Stumps" the saying:
is it camo or code?
We highly recommend saying "Stir your stumps" with a Scottish accent.

While clearing our inbox that hasn't actually been cleared since 2008, we happily discard this photo:
Oh NO it's not! Gwyn but at least we now feel better about how our own hair ends.

The Bracelet Makers Bench

Wouldn't that be a good title for a novel? The bracelets  are custom concoctions that have meanings in lives like a flower arrangement. 
Loose ends meet up and tangle at night.
Gorgeous activism by Jan Lindenthal-Cox   fabulous mother and career woman extraordinaire

As the card we brought home from the book fair says we must:
some great people from Minnesota were present.

Indeed - we try to take our heart with us wherever we go.  See some found Art along the way? Please do send it to Art Ranger's Found Art hotline here:

Friday, April 28, 2017

Found Art Friday 225

Dear Ones,
Found in corner of studio - recycled from previous financial crash/cash grab to comment upon the 100 Daze of Wastefulness:
SOS yes both kinds
With an extra helping of incompetence to go with the destructive delusional delerium of DDT.  Big toxic puppet on a turbulent surface. Same club, same stage. With a smug smirk they grab grab grab.  All the while devouring the survival-energy, natural resources and coffers of (we the people) while largely encouraging all the wrong things.


Oh hark, Art Ranger's communications have become arythmic:  so we'll now share evidence of our whereabouts. With grown offspring, we went to look and touch some rocks to see if the books and the rocks could be closer to each other. 
earth is our mother      sculpted herself
spontaneously evolving group sculpture
We watched our offspring way defy gravity by gathering a lot of of strength, wits and ingenuity.

Remember to breathe  .....  especially if you are on the verge of tears .....
Somewhere near Eugene, OR
Upon our return, it seemed so random to spot a severed troll hand on the deck one day:
 cousin of squashed abandoned glove series

Indeed, we wander and wonder our way through life while being captured by the daily imagery which is quite often stuck to an actual road:
Worm jerky hieroglyph

Art is a state of mind.  Art is often not pretty.

When the world is so full of grandiosity gone bonkers, we call upon the opposite, which is quiet, small and true.

This called to mind our favorite Jack Kerouac haiku:

The little worm
lowers itself from the roof
by a self shat thread

With maybe some beebop in the background. Life delivers surprises:

Found later behind the couch:  Speaking of Trolls, great essay here

Note the male pattern baldness. 

(Sorry, nice old troll who inadvertently became a dogtoy- we're now using you as an idea )
a technological psychological rollercoaster we'd like to get off of.

Are you"WOKE? yet"
Dog Bailey does Isamu Noguchi sculpture installation under her couch.
We look forward to hearing and seeing from you at