Friday, July 26, 2019

Found Art Friday 291

And how again,


Dear ones,
Did we tell you we were out on the range? On recess, at large, on call, or in the between?
We do hope your own summer will give rise to images or a sidecar of thoughts to contribute to Homelandinspiration@gmail.com.
Before un tethering from her desk chain, Art Ranger will share the following local moments:
Peaches in the Yard: the color of which make us wish to sing love songs in French
We are happy for the baby who shed this terrible bootie on the trail, very restrictive and headed toward painful shoes of the future; they shall not!
Are you kidding us? Passion Flower?  Talk about "a lot of moving parts"

Once again, and daily, why make art when you can just walk around?

We'll be back!  And thank you for visiting The Department of Homeland Inspiration.

....... As we try to distance ourselves .....
The Mueller Time hangover




Friday, July 12, 2019

Found Art Friday 290

Dear ones,
Alas, the artist has been at large and therefore full of gaps. The flowers grow past.  Let us therefore check in with some travel log:  For just barely a Friday minute, we were in a different geography or two:
Oakland, across from "The Lost and Found" (We love the new cladding)
San Francisco, "Chinatown" side street
corner fashions we certainly didn't know existed before
Back home again:
Where were we?
Gladly, Art Ranger's inbox was graced by Mandy of de Ville, a different kind of witnessing behind glass: 
 Accidentally walked through part of a web on my sliding glass door one day.

The maker returned to repair it after dark. 

Brave and fascinated am I from my safe side, admiring the artist at work.




































Whereas, we humans seem so lacking in finesse, continuing to burn the place up.
Oh dear dear written hear = largest (thickest) non petstore snake ever witnessed, the photo doesn't do its heft the justice
We want to stay calm and cultivate as much woman warrior as possible, to try to be steady as we study: while processing horrors (current "events"), things we hear of while not directly experiencing hideousness, yet not wanting to not feel the horror, the horror, the horror. So where to store it, how to extrude it into art.
100s of pounds of plums this year, plum crazy this year, plum gorgeous things with their own skin biomes

 Just say OM and eat a plum and 
see how much better?

The Department of Homeland Inspiration is inspired by your homeland as much as our homeland - what is that anyhow? Home and land, where your head lands? Art Ranger looks forward to 
seeing your findings at : homelandinspiration@gmail.com.





Saturday, June 22, 2019

Found Art Friday 289

Dear ones,
The roller being so off the coaster, Art Ranger is distracted from her every day art finds again: how fake is real and how real is fake?  How are your breathing lessons .....  going?  .......  Relax your face, as the yogi says.
Repurposed Art Works - Revolting Revolving Doors
a sliding slippery slope with sloppy "steering"  - no side mirrors

Again:
 Nancy Pelosi's foot
Okay - When can she put her foot down ? ! !  Are high heels causing the problem?  What if we set her up with a pair of shitkickers ? ?  What if its "knickers" were so in a twist that (what's left of them) were just lopped off?  Yes, that figment calms the mind in this case.
held hostage
Just stop it! 
 
A subtle color study.
Now for some peaceful bathing in bee pollen. And, for some reassurances that humans can (and must) work together with nature. That it's possible and logical and lovely.  And last but not least,
shared by Mandy of the Village, this clever and patient bird inhabitant:

As the song says: "What the world needs now, is love sweet love .....
We would indeed love it if you sent us some imagery from your days or your daze here on earth: homelandinspiration@gmail.com

Saturday, June 15, 2019

Found Art Friday 288


Bountiful long days with amazing produce by Gentleman and Earthen Spouse
Dear ones
It just so happens that our inbox was blessed with that long (and not exactly lost) missive from our sculpture brother in a new zipcode with a new story that we have not gotten the yarns of yet. We used to go to junkyards together and bang on pieces of metal in the yard, making our musics in the grease
of chaos with young strong knees, giant magnets, colorful fluids, wrecks and gone-byes of every shape, size, material, smell and weight.
"Hey Art Ranger  - Was just hoofin along the roadside here in Texas and you've been along for the twisting winding walk"
recoiled snake skin
Rusted ole rack of nails by the curb
And R.I.P. KD
Richard Anthony? - well back at cha says your pal, the old eye sieve on her ground scan journey. People, we have to have the will to peel off the inertia of middle-aged workcinched existences and stop, because it spoke to you:
the banana peel genre
Traffic furniture finding a new skittle to love
The sculpture brother and the Art Ranger, still in our teens, also bonded over Tom Waits: thus we insert this quote for all of us from article NYT a few years ago:
"You take a long time finding your own voice," said Waits ..his speaking voice itself a kind of song, "to find the limits of it or the faraway endless possibilities it may have ... Singing is just doing interesting things to the air.  Elongating it and twisting it into shapes."
Dang - We still hang on every word.  And to the friendships where (we get each other level) with long antennae tentacles intersecting the decades.  Where the Ranger has lived in two different locales in the last 30, this dear one  - so many many placements and new pathways.   He'll let us fiction alize in the mean time.

How a guy landed in Bostrop?
is a car ride where he opened the 
door to stretch his well built knee 
and out fell his boot
that was that   a sign
that afternoon on a sidewalk
he met a women he had known for thousands 
of years
he's building in batches
a roof over their heads
not someone who needs
to fold his socks
but planetary motion

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Saturday, June 8, 2019

Found Art Friday 287

Dear ones,
Now that the days are longer, flowers over-exert themselves, chickens lay more eggs, and their shells are stronger.  Home on the range, here in the "Salad Bowl":
 the human touch

Only on rare occasions does the Art Ranger speak about actual art venues with art shows at them
"Radius Gallery" at Tannery Art Center in Santa Cruz: work by Shay Church
We recommend a visit if you're nearby.  Becoming increasingly parched as time passes, gradually flaking off its skin of clay, the sculptural array cracks-shrinks-desiccates, a powerfully quiet exhibition.  Rarely does something that attracted eye on Insta live up to itself.  This just a small slice of an installation (whole room art) seldom seen in these parts.

......UGHHHH .....
Now that she/they people in our country are being persecuted further, based on anatomical arrangements and income, we are seething mad and repulsed.  In so doing we began celebrating fallopian tubes in every way possible, possibly adding dance moves.
Anatomy uprisings
What did you say again?
Speaking of babies. Our natural maternal instinct was to go over and try to help (being rather close to the road). We just couldn't help it.  God dog respected our conversation. Crow parent on powerline watching said clearly "Get away from my dang baby"!!! Thank you hatchling who may have fledged too early for having such a lovely vigorous mouth and we hope you make it! 
Have a splendid week of early June and report findings to : homelandinspiration@gmail.com

Friday, May 31, 2019

Found Art Friday 286

Dear ones,
Isn't it strange? How the the terrain has changed.  We're relentlessly flabbergasted/numbed and blinded in one eye by the nation and its vexing problem-puzzles.
Doing some core work, crunching the numbers
 Certainly is a pleasure to have one's errand/chore interrupted in this way today:
Thank you, someone who took the time to do thisslightly buffered from the weight, yet sweetly permanently overwhelmed
so "relatable"  as they say

The Homeland Inspiration blog was started by (distracted) errands, mother's errands. 
A drive-through window spotting of this nest (2010) brought an epiphany of spontaneous joy.
Just the practicality and inventiveness of the  a  inhabitant very likely made our day, so we're re-sharing it.  How it is not beautiful, but it is. We've taken to blogging as a way to gestate about art of the every day: 
red rootlets red rootlets please please tell us your story
as you walk away.  Art being a frame of mind, a glimpse of something, art as a way of living in the world, was the only way we would get any art accomplished.  Art is labor, in myriad different ways:

how planned was it? We're taken with this, and all manner of weathering its own wrinkles and dissolutions atop the(empty) back of rattling old officialdom.

Art Ranger, while watching out for art, has been tinkering: from the series REpurposed ARTworks
Do you ever long for an unsmart phone?

Did you know that we are tremendously interested in the visual epiphanies or sitings of others (such as yourself)?  please visit: homelandinspiration@gmail.com.  The Art Ranger has also been known to feature deliberate hand crafted art: shall you be next?

Saturday, May 25, 2019

Found Art Friday 285

Dear ones,
Today's (Found Art) is merely a locavore recognition tour of the various poppy plants in the yard, requiring just a few steps out the door while holding a shiny rectangle that now thinks it thinks for us while we genuflect for colors, textures, refinements of light. 
Hard to reckon what this flower, in companionship with humans, has wrought upon the world, whole economies, lives, at once helpful and awful: Papaver Somniferum story

They fully extinguish themselves with the flowering effort, fall of their own weight
 petals don't just drop, but are thrown down with abandon all at once, a complete spontaneous disrobing
 The sort of natural mess we relish
And the tall exuberant Matilija Poppy, a large flowy crinkled home that smells devine
Last but not least, we just can't get enough of our California Poppies, that give and give and give.
California Poppy as medicine
Haven't yet tried the tincture, but these are certainly tincturey times we're trying to wade through
And from the series, repurposed artworks
from the Circus of Sickness
painful, watching it
try to rule the world 
by its hair meds

Can you hear your own heart beat?  Please stay in touch by sharing your own version of Homeland Inspiration - to aspire and to breathe being word root companions: homelandinspiration@gmail.com

Friday, May 17, 2019

Found Art Friday 284


 Dear ones,
As we try to live with the intention of greening up this ransacked earth of ours, it takes a lot of adjusting the knobs: figuring out how to live upon the earth lightly is a life's work in which we can be blinded by our own habits.
Imagining all those jugs of laundry detergent that we have bought over the years - if we had to see them all in one place

After an Earth Day presentation featuring Bea Johnson of the The Zero Waste home, we take a moment to admire this woman's project, persona, and following as a legit piece of performance art (social practice as they call it). Bea and her family of four have so chosen their living habits that this was their (non-recyclable) residue for 2018!
Wowza! -   Barcodes and toothbrush bristles were mentioned.

the tid bits that find themselves together
Not only is this a notable feat on this commercial bountiful edge of earth, but this woman was also hilarious and spoke with a lovely french accent which made the radical news about yourself go down easier.  She helped us understand that in our own kitchen we could not find our small whisk because we accidentally have three of them:

the steady march of dead tired orphaned but useful foot coverings
Seeing this Waste reduction guru of French provenance also made us re-kindle our affection for her countryman, artist Marcel Duchamp, who, in a different way - also performed some very environ/mentally friendly art.  For example, by ceasing to make objects during the last quarter of his life, only playing chess. Calling it "art", doing the thinking, that was where the effort was stored. 
Marcel Duchamp and Man Ray 1930s  - yes look at the pieces
“while all artists are not chess players, all chess players are artists.” said Duchamp 

He also played with John Cage on some sort of sound collector chessboard, thereby moves making music.  Art that is a state of mind, "conceptual art" can then be packed up and played again. Unlike a large heavy haughty thing at the auction.
"Nature" is great at this: nothing will be wasted. Can't we humans act this way again?
Well, it is daunting isn't it? to contemplate the surround while trying not to complicate it, to un trash earth with our actions and intentions.  Please unload your images into Art Ranger's inbox: homelandinspiration@gmail.com.