Saturday, October 13, 2018

Found Art Friday 262

Dear ones,
As you may have noticed, Art Ranger has been out of the interwebs, instead doing her service by putting up Art indoors.  Here are some links to the goings on: DesEscondidioPress about it
Critical Ground: MAD2
Where do we go from here?

Since Department of Homeland Inspiration hiatus, we thou/thee/our nation-under-pain has arrived at yet a new low lowering of our level of dangerous disgust and distrust with scabs of the daily
ripped off, each of us festering/ processing this in her or his or their own way.  

Warrior Pose

Though it is hard to concentrate on the mundane, we carry on with our eyeballs rolling over earth, hopefully wired to hope, searching for glimmers of humor or irony or shy beauty in the sad rubble.

Yesterday, a curb drawing asserted its narrative tendencies:
hanger ing on. Break in to your own heart you not self driving car. Dance the night away
It doesn't look like much, but Art Ranger wishes to share her moment of enthrall over this:
Scuff plate. Swept by Breezes and leaves. Leaves and breezes upon the hard heartshaped earthhearth.

"wonders never cease" as mother would say
In general, the art of Artist at Large is about taking note and being very humbled by what already exists here in the world:
Garden Squash texture that will feed 18 people
Speaking of Gardens, last but not least, in fact of utmost importance, are these images delivered fresh from the Sandwich Fair in rural New Hampshire, by a most admirable and reliable smile bringing college friend: with structural vegetables, mucho gusto, imagination, toothpicks .......

humble pie?
Yep - the winner: "Death Car 3000"
Inventive contraptions R US!  It's possible for you too to send your Found Art Friday to: (homelandinspiration@gmail.com) and we are so very glad when this happens.



Saturday, September 15, 2018

Found Art Friday 261

Dear ones,
The Department of Homeland Inspiration begins now our eighth year of service and your participation is greatly appreciated.   See - we are trying to stave off the  Pre-Exhausted Conditions with attentiveness to living, aren't you?
Our goal, to highlight random small surprises that seem artful, is quite often intersected by the ((news)) of the surround:
A Hurricane, like never before,  also incidently functions like a metaphor for .....,

a meta stat attack       a sort of vortex     puppet tear
competitive business   swept with gravity
off its rocker

 In fact, it's Riveting


 
uncharted territory, they say
(Recycled drawings on recycled paper)

Meanwhile in California
Climate Refugees - birds patiently painting themselves in shrinking pond ......waiting for food to move.
 Used to be 2 to 3 birds patrolling this pond.  One day we counted eleven. Do you ebird? Or crowdsource?




Open Road Series by Gentleman Jeff while riding his two-wheeler

Have a great autumn equinox lead in week.  And may your road indeed be open.
Art Ranger loves it when you please send images to:  homelandinspiration@gmail.com

Monday, September 10, 2018

Monday Meditation

Dear ones,
As we get back to our desk, after being out on the range, and after quite a few "tell us more!s", Art Ranger will now provide a narrative wrap to the summer art actions so as to mull/mould/hold savor and share the experiences.  Firstly, we must broadcast that the founding exhibition of our collective: Critical Ground launched last week (four local women artists doing very different work but with the same, nearly ridiculous, amount of dedication) and we all met the challenge:

from Everybody's Antenna Handbook (copyright 1999). The artist discovered 25 drawings on handmade paper that had been lost, forgotten, and never shown.  To broadcast comes from casting seeds broadly so that we may grow food!
Now to highlight the July art business trip to Denmark:  Along with Doris Bittar and Todd Ayoung, we were invited by CAMP: Center for Art on Migration Politics, nestled in a place called Trampoline House, "a community center in Copenhagen that provides refugees and asylum seekers in Denmark with a place of support, community, and purpose".  Collaboratively, we developed three performances for the Art Zone of the Roskilde music festival (a week-long pop-up small city!). Our working title was "Storming the Wall"; and thanks to a team of extraordinarily engaged volunteers, our art interventions addressed themes including migrant labor, de-colonizing our bodies, and worldwide border conditions.  Our art activities were accompanied by discussion, even amidst the raucus, windy, "hot as a frying pan", crowded, venue.  What ensued was a somewhat structured group collaboration, and a bonding experience with our volunteers, shareable through three videos showing on Vimeo:

Art Ranger found it to be a poignant surprise, to have flown over 6000 miles away from home to discover that people there were experiencing, and expressing, - just as directly - the uncertainty and angst from this tragicomedy as (we/so many) U.S. citizens are.  On this trip we also met, and worked with, young people whose lives have been torn and spit out by our foreign policy, in serious ongoing limbo.  Our art activities sought to bring attention to these societal/ global issues in a way that was physical, visual and visceral, and yet bearing these topics with enough lightness to digest, to listen in.
 Name plates from "Red Light Green Light", and "Trackless Shoes"
After a re-throning, Young Man Tests out the King's Attire with his subjects, while ruling the game
Our three planned performances morphed into six, as we trained ourselves and others to ululate, and as an upwelling of protests were planned as bookends, or rather open-ended expressions of world pain, collective grief, loving concern for humanity, the planet, freedom of speech, commonality with a stranger right next to you ...... .
De-Colonize the Body March at Roskilde (Above four Photos by Paula DuvÄ of Copenhagen)
As Art Ranger flew over Greenland and the in-between (melting) glaciers, while listening to Margaret Atwood read  "The Handmaids Tale", the man behind us exclaimed in his dialect/accent "Wheah the fook ahh we?!!!"
Our regular Found Art Friday will resume next week and, as always, we encourage your participation. As you stumble through life (who doesn't?) please send images and thoughts, plus cat and dog whiskers, etc.,... to:  homelandinspiration@artistatlarge.net.  It often works out.
Such as,  Richard Anthony's hand shake
"Or, 'Did I tell you I ran out of Thyme?'" : (farmers market eavesdrop sample)
Parkinglotpollocks

Loves and fresh loaves to all....
Art Ranger is back!


Saturday, June 23, 2018

Found Art Friday #260

Dear ones,
Yes indeed, the Art Ranger has been out on the range, this time very fortunate to be gathered with our clan far out in the middle of the Pacific Ocean on the island of O'ahu.  Say it  O.... a...  h  ...  u .......   ........   ........   .........   ........
Where we were
Visually, we noted a pre Home Depot sensibility about the structures, the way of living. Salvaging. One where you could still imagine that people made things themselves using fibers and woods gathered locally. Where chickens wander and scratch in the Foodland parking lot.  And palms might grow out of old washing machine baskets. So not on the mainland!  Ample postcard-like beauty was captured by the thoughtful cameras of others.
"Beach Coco Porcupine": Gentle decompsosition event, fiber liberation
Yet, thirty minutes into our arrival, we experienced this: the petroleum answer to fiber
In the 41 years since we have traveled to this part of the world, whammo!
On one particular NW facing beach the bath tub ring of our human influence so striking, bits bytes, chunks so wow this is our now! 
Just ask the albatrosses  
If looking at this makes you feel like you've swallowed it yourself, 
perhaps we can stop contributing whenever possible to the plastic tide.
 
We swam with a young turtle for a bit.  He looked us over very thoroughly.   
There was the Pearl Harbor experience, of which there was so very much to experience,  Art Ranger tended to fixate on stray things at the edges.
USS Missouri, just chatting it up in the shade
When in the presence of thousands of people following a mighty script, the Art Ranger listens partly (to that) while zeroing in on other sights and viewpoints:
Aboard the USS Missouri museum, recovered Mascot doll carried by Kamikaze pilot.  So tender in the teeth of it all.
We were struck by this. The slaughter that was ordered and, yet, a hand-made doll by his side, near his heart, so lovingly crafted.  Someone's mother, someone's son. Etc,. The reverberated trauma of wars.
Hmmmm.....
The Art Ranger was flabbergasted by a great many things, such as how large a torpedo really is,  so large that it may require its own set of beautifully crafted wooden tail rudders.  Exhausted about until meeting the 10ft high yellow fan in the hangar.
We had no idea that the Walt Disney corp had stepped up to create (cute) logos to go with the war effort: Who Knew? Did you?
The amazing "Flying Tigers" of WW II ,
So much pride was taken in the shiney guages, knobs, valves, (and torpedo noses with launch gear) down 
in the sub

As off-the-beaten-track surprises are our way of navigating the world, we were glad to have offspring number one share in the inclination.  Our Aloha Friday visit to a roadside stand
LIVE LOVE ALOHA
 for the very curious and patient ones.
What they provide is a trading post in which things found on the beach are made into art, and aritfact by the artist residents.  Beacham, they call it.
 

just lying there out in the open with a hand made shakere
Same artist
The fixture was a dedicated man named Maui Loa describing himself as 50% Hawaiian who sells his art and gives all proceeds to the cause of indigenous peoples worldwide.  
Yes, that's right Artgasm
We are grateful for our intersection with Maui Loa, who in the moon calendar we purchased from him, is also the name of the trickster.  Soon he'll be wearing a tie and working on legislation to protect the cultural heritage and rights of indigenous ones.  We hope he passes out Artgasm buttons from his pockets and that he can still make Beachum Art when he can.
Please take notes, we look forward to seeing your findings here:  homelandinspiration@gmail.com
Remember Summer recess?  We are officially on it now.  Bopping around.

Friday, June 1, 2018

Found Art Friday 259

Dear ones,
Can you imagine? Good then - let's.  Our teacher says: "listen to your own heartbeat - can you? Here at the Department of Homeland Inspiration, our duty is to fall off the treadmill and get scraped on the sides about (it).  About what?  Art Ranger cares to fuss about the surround that surrounds us, the drag of the body stuck in its skin with eyeballs while meeting up with a physical world, an internal world. 
 Abandoned Glove goes to Party City and has Tea with the Queen
  We should look up more often.  It would be good for our posture.
After (still and forever) sorting the contents of the parentals 48 years of suburban home, we saved a few Time - LIFE magazines (previously saved by Dad); Lunar Landings, JFK moments and the like.  Here's a (WOW) full page ad from 1969.
50 years ago.  What an outrageously successful campaign!
From FRACK AGE - one of the triplets, Fructose, Glucose, and Sucrose
While trying to not listen to the TV we accidentally heard about Otezla and Truida, Feebeezla, Zestril, Ostolap and Wagadoo, which can all seem to fix one affliction while causing a different thing that will need fixing.  What has found you? or confounded or astounded you?  Send to: homelandinspiration@gmail.com.

Saturday, May 26, 2018

Found Art Friday 258

Dear ones,
How are your days of May?  Ours causes muchos sneezes.  Forgive us for getting elaborate and off kilter once again.
as we spill of ourselves
 Artists are absorptive of the (now), and then they must squeeze it out through themselves the way others use a mop or sponge.
irrational exuberance
As our nation continues to fall down the stairs and bump its head on each step as it bumbles, we loop back to an eight year old project about the Financial Crash: the images align quite swimmingly.

Humpty Dumpty
All the kings horses arses
the heist
the foreclosed or otherwise stepped on, used or very nervous puppets and pawns
not together again
As the spin aggravates the weary and activates the teary
Insanely in the throes of trolling, while heads are rolling, perhaps soon choking on its own steak
As blogging has become part of our craft, like needle and thread to our sculpture of words, we think about art and technology nearly every day. This essay is the best lately from Nick Carr : You are a data mine: we all are:
Chairman of the Fed
" Tech humanism fails to address the root cause of the tech backlash: the fact that a small handful of corporations own our digital lives and strip-mine them for profit. This is a fundamentally political and collective issue."

 Pray tell of your findings, to homelandinspiration@gmail.org