Friday, April 20, 2018

Found Art Friday 254

 Dear ones,
It's that weekend reminding us Earth Day is Every Day.  Naturally, Art Ranger has a response, or an owl pellet about it.  Meet Mother n Father Earth, a new development.  Why single out mother to do the heavy lifting on our reparations? We are currently taking questions and striving for consciousness down in the soil where earthworms are born, so that food can be grown and loaned to our bodies so we can return to earth ....
As the soil warmed, we learned to remove our boots.  We read "Silent Spring" and Edward Abbey's "Desert Solitaire"
Mother n Father Earth answers many questions with harmonica tune "This Land is your land, this land is my land, from California to the New York islands ......    with           pauses
How do we collaborate with nature?  How do we not kill it? while we eat it and harmonize with it.  How do we share optimally the planet so as to be worthy of the title, humankind?
Embedded in the soil under our feet, are coiled  lists of endangered species as well as the climate change related words that have been recently redacted from scientists' work, emerging from the soil and pulled like umbillicus. Read aloud. in loops.

We collect happy accidents, where others collect buttons.  One day, the shiny rectangle (thats taken over the world) dropped on the ground and lands on top the California Poppy with the camera on, resulting in:
 poppy leaves
As "the headlines" scald the mire of our made-for-tv-nation detour, we continue to experience a choking gore of sickened/saddened alongside being "entertained" by the absurd theatrics. With centrifugal force, growing ever more rancid.  In contrast, our appreciation tuning vines growing toward literature and artArt have increased steeply.  Science Fiction is calling, since we're baked in a pie with it. Yesterday, it was Ray Bradbury's "Farenheit 451" on audio during car trip.  Lordy! So perfect a text to intersect with.  Suppression of knowledge (as well as any emotion besides "happy") through the burning of all books. And the life ending amount of passion some characters display in trying to protect books, and the inter-human connective tissues alive within them. Bradbury's every sentence hewn.
California poppy flower
In the book, people move about using jettrains:  "nature" had become just a blurrr of color, a dash of green this or that seen through a window, etc,.  Billboards were now str e -e -tched to become very very long, in fact continuous, so as to not let up grip on anyone's attention.  Hmmmmm.
Nectarine
Almond blossom, we think
Outside Salinas
The days are getting longer since we are dancing a tango with time.  Well dear friends and strangers, we wish you the fresh leaves and clear attitudes necessary to carry forward.  Please send thoughts and vision to: homelandinspiration@gmail.com.  Oh, and something simple to admire:
P.S. This is where the book just opened.  "Heaven," Poems of Jack Kerouac


Friday, April 6, 2018

Found Art Friday 253

Dear ones,
This week, our found art comes in the form of phrases we've run into during the week, such as:
"You have a new memory" - an "alert" we got from our photo library.  Art Ranger finds this a little aggressive. Who gets to decide?  And how does our "smartphone" now complete or compete with our (memory)? Or, turn our concentration into a fine mist of shhhhhhhhssss.
Naturally, we must fold in some images, such as Doodle of the Week:
A particular Dickmobile
We see how (he-it) has stuffed so much tv in its blob and imagine the rudderless ship of fools to capsize (or pop) with all its stacked in the wrong blind place ness.
Second found phrase of the week: "My health is not on top" coming from a Danish person speaking not her usual language.  Speaking of health ....
we never get tired of looking at earth's children
 Third found phrase: "budget dust"  -  this is what might be left for the Art.  Sheesh! or S.O.S.!!!
That someone would spend their time sculpting with the illegal dumplings

brought a certain yearning for an unfettered afternoon during a different decade.  Please share your thoughts or visual moments here: homelandinspiration@gmail.com.









Friday, March 23, 2018

Found Art Friday 252

Dear ones,
We try to not let state of nation soak through to the bones; one needs an umbrella to take soul umbrage. Such as more time with musics, both wordless and biting back.  It's an awful lot - to chew on.  Along with being conned affronted bullied violated, groped, etc. ... ripped-off, embarrassed, taunted  ....  truly ad nauseum  that adds nausea (daily)......  some people also got harvested, fed chum and clicked the bait.  Our Science Fiction novel is using a scalpel right now, carefully taking samples.
fuel for thought                 you are working through it         growing around it        
 our infra-structure, with right-angled intestines   servers and sewers not so different


The kid with the Face company, peeled back raw with hubris, yet again, says he's gonna get some "AI" to try to get ahead of "it". 

Meanwhile .....
The Atmospheric
River came through town

Moving water all around up and down the coast

under doormat worm nursery

Yes, we do live inside a painting ......
big reeds and perfectly shaped bird




         Have you also collected 10,000 photos that you may never get around to ...? .....


Friday, March 16, 2018

Found Art Friday 251

Dear ones,
Today we cull from the series, Rain Paintings, with only a dash of ranting.  We've always been drawn in to the squashed remains of street life after a storm, which has further swollen, scrambled, eroded and abstracted the materials:
This week's images collected in our town of Salinas, where Art Ranger's moving desk will be stationed more intensely soon.
Banana holds her line
Squashed abandoned sock, sturdy cousin of Squashed Abandoned Glove

Such a sense of direction, anyhow ....
Dawn til Dusk
 Truly is a pot of Liquid Gold
 From the unincorporated Area

Until we meet again.

Friday, March 9, 2018

Found Art Friday

 Dear ones,
Today the Art Ranger is actually home on the range in her beloved state of Colorado.  Meanwhile, here's a special feature about an artist-colleague named Anne Mudge.  Mudge itself, as a wordsound makes us want to begin making art out of clay.  Art Ranger is going to put up a sampling Mashup of the way one person has honed a focus - through eye-mind to hand.  Intensive labors and involving threads and strands and nodes, sensitivities. Gladly, here is an opportunity to see her work in person  Matterings: an art show going on now,  wherein the title of the exhibition, is a poem in and of itself.

“Encounters leave traces, a froth of intersections, deep cell mirrors of galactic relations, winking echoes. Umbel and sombra hint at the metaphysics of matter.” –From the poem Mattering by Diane Gage
Just a few grey hairs
I'm looking at how it feels to inhabit a skin - any skin. At heart I'm a figurative artist, but I stopped dealing with the human figure because people automatically attach stories to them. I'm more interested in strictly cross-species existential issues, like the dramas and absurdities of the daily need to resist gravity, and the arc of becoming to final return
 says Mudge:

Some sharpen knives, others sharpen thoughts out of random encounters in the natural world. 
Brim

What the artist takes pictures of and what the artist makes, interweave with an invented DNA.
thank you for noticing us
Propagule

Vestige
The small kind of wowWow wows that the Art Ranger admires her appreciation: behold - a moment worth savoring that another person might not attend to or have use for.
Umbillicus
Congrats to Anne Mudge for her exceptional work!  If you are within geographical range, we highly recommend a visit to said Matterings.  And we hope you too have a week which includes momentary delights.  Until we meet again.

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Found Art Friday 249

Dear ones,
Isn't it good to transport yourself to a new environment on a rolling rectangle of wheels and windows?  To re-see divergent people from another chapter while we weave a new thread or sip a few.
From the series, Rain Prints
Art Ranger calls it being out on the range, which provides a fresh dose of chance (greatest catayst ever), a new range of textures and angles  and elements that can snap ones eye into focus.
Gravity out back where the smells are

in case we need to Dive in

A most clean and deliberate  place to look at and think about photography show was witnessed. The art of display most sumptuously applied. Quiet perfect light without labels so you looked with your you and not the they of the displayer.  Not screens, but physical prints to breathe near.  

 Pavement Print out front.

Cities draw themselves. Art Ranger savors drains. Because artists themselves are sieves.  Foment and ferment, we make and bake new work in order to survive by pouring world fibers through ourselves.  

And this, when the sun came out: it's inescapable and we are incapable of not randomly worrying about our country, just like we do a loved one,  it intersects us.

while Kurt Cobain sings - "and no we don't have a gun"

Have a great and "woke" week.  May we borrow and mashup your images while riffing? 
Until then.

Friday, February 23, 2018

FAF 249

Dear ones,
The longer we hang around planet earth, the more we enjoy what is ephemeral, seasonal or momentary: the opposite of a tomato grown in a greenhouse and trucked off somewhere to become tasteless refrigerated pulp wearing a thin red dress.
That momentary flower (what's it called?) that people write poetry about in early spring
Speaking of ephemeral, we developed an appreciation for this word, and its meaning, when we were sixteen years old (aspiring to become a French poet) writing a research paper about Claude Monet (1840-1926).  Any time a person finds a passion, an obsession, a career - there a few important entry points, and for The Art Ranger, Monet's paintings provided one such doorway.
Impression Sunrise, 1872 from which the art movement got its name
One of the many haystack paintings       times of day    seasons    moods  
Clearly, we are in favor of discovering "art" in the world, not necessarily fabricating it in a formal studio.  That (art) is, in part, about perception itself.  And from Monet, we learned that light was a worthy thing to study, in fact, you could spend a lifetime doing just that.  We think this contributes to our enjoyment of the same tree over and over and over and over; it can can be so very nourishing:
Thank you dog god for taking us on walks ... and birds who live there

 how things are framed
Monet's haystacks in winter
Thanks to newly portable tubes of paint after 1840, art making could be more liberated from the constraints of the indoor "studio", or the awkward pig bladder container.  Can you tell we are not an art historian?
Have you ever tried to paint water?
Also, it made such an impression that this art left some work for you the viewer to do, to put this image all together in your own brain:
Plus - the beret    The hipsters thinkin a drinkin a pour over?
And if ever your eyesight or your legs or some body part fails, we should still make our art as Monet and Matisse did producing some of their finest work in the later years.
yah - we don't know what that glowing thing is   - hmmmmmm
And speaking of "ephemeral" we are most humbled when whatever we were trying to capture is already gone before there was a chance.   More soon, more later.  And you?

Friday, February 16, 2018

Found Art Friday 248

Dear ones,
We are going to zig zag through it today, such a slalom of insides and outsides that a person must wrestle with.  Art Ranger's job is to watch out for the (art) in the everyday world and to encourage you to do so as well.  What with "the world" being so up in your face, we must swing a pendulum to survive our own narratives:  ...... b  r  e  a  t  h  e  ......
Bonnie Hotz uncovers rat nest in tarped wood pile: very resourceful are they
Thank you to those who still can find our inbox and share some Found Art Friday/ FAF, such as this. We can imagine a day in the Anthropocene era where we subcontract to rat farms who gnarl down our overwhelm of plastics, vigorously munching and crapping the blue planet back to its fossil self.  Blue tarps the world over have delivered such short months of false plastic security, before disintegrating  - beyond the leaky roof, a molecular detritus.
This is what someone named a bandaid  - how elegant!
This is what art is, it's a "frame" delivery system.  We corner off and put together an area for you to look at.  Here's mindfind froth relief collage from: The National Sanity Administration:
Revoltingly and irrationally, sordidly and sorrowfully addicted to guns and war
  People we can vote those people out 
who do nothing about this!

Meanwhile, when humankind is so heartbreaking, we like to focus on plants who give us life:

From the  fascinating "The Secret Life of Plants" by Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird (1972).
If everybody understood how interconnected all "things" are,  would it help ?  .....
Until we meet again.