Friday, October 11, 2019

Found Art Friday 294

Dear Ones,
We admire good posture, and the way that bird leg knees bend in opposite direction to our own to steady a different shape.  Art Ranger experiences this out on her radius of range.
One who Paints Itself is back
Amidst it  - all this external shaking, this locked in a toxic confetti snowglobe - a quake of quackery and theft.
arrives a Menopausal Chicken Sculpture,        

the last (quiet) egg?
we must seek out simple miracles
Some of us must believe
in believing
that someone can still make up their life from scratch
Okay, go for it!
we are sad about what this sculpture really is     and where it may go to not decompose
See how everybody fusses over you now?    ...   and what eyes are really about?
digesting static eccentricity
While all the plastic TV TEETH go clackety clackett y clack

bottoms are falling out, for instance,
Yes, please send to: items painted by birds, earthen fungi, ... you name it.

Saturday, October 5, 2019

Found Art Friday 293

Dear ones,
It is genuinely very nice to find the Art Ranger's inbox ( with some somethings in it to stoke the nine year old blog campfire: 
spotted by Nicki Sucec in Seattle
We especially admire the map-filled RANGER font.  Hmmmmm ..... we can't help but put on a hat
about that.
And from Mandy of the of The Pastures of Heaven, a colorful devouring: nothing to be wasted in the bent blue dragonfly/active yellow jacket tangle:
Sometimes Found Art Friday is a collection gathered over time or theme, other times its gleaned from what is experienced on one particular day, such as this one caused by car check-up gifting us a pocket of time to loiter in a different neighborhood.  Much nicer than taking yourself to the doctor.
We humans get our stuff all over everything, and come to think of it, so do birds
  And then there's what ends up next to what:
thrift store flotsam and jetsam  -  Plus some eaves dropping.
In closing, of course, one from the series : repurposed artworks
Slippery Slope a Sliding
Well - our laptop now overheats regularly ..... poof ! ! !

Have a great day (or moment) and please don't hesitate to share your findings here:

Friday, September 13, 2019

Fround Art Friday 292

 Dear ones,

It's time isn't it  - to get back in the saddle, or even ride bareback and barefoot, and keep this blog going as an outcropping of The Department of Homeland Inspiration: it's a state of mind that you are invited to share.
Our friend Julie, who is a scholar of the unforseen spirits of sanskrit, poetry, and other accredited topics, noted this conglomeration in Paris, along the Seine. The Seine must indeed be a sieve of civilization :
Somehow, we want to eat a very healthy lunch after seeing this
Now from our own travels back and forth to the Homeland of our origin and inspiration,
Color ado, we collected a series called just clouds, (of course it's never just clouds).  Clouds there were so refreshing to enjoy as they metamorphosed themselves and the landscape, with the phenomenon called rain!!!!!!!!! 

see California seemed so static and achingly dry upon our return:
 Please send us your amazements, worries, or joyful simmering to:

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
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 :

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

 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:

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 :