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. 

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

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.
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.