Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Found Art: Annual Report

Fare thee well 2019  -  A sight for sore eyes!
Dear ones,
How unimaginable the tangles  - and yes, let's hope the citizenry is shaken alive enough !  To traverse this threshold toward 2020 also marks a decade here at The Department of Homeland Inspiration. So thank you for visiting just once, or more often! Art Ranger encourages your participation by keeping an eye out for (art) that often finds us. We pursue this mildly, sometimes out of the corner of our eye while doing life, then express "found art" based narratives, free of needy hashtags.
Holiday Detritus: still up to our eyeballs in it
The Art Ranger could stop what we started nearly by accident, but alas it's become part of our being and transmitting the world. You folks do great moments on Insta, while here at The Department of Homeland Inspiration we perform collection and digestion, amidst venting and hoping; it's where word-craft meets rambling muse, meets ranting:
From the series: Keeping our Eyes Out
We sincerely hope that you will follow our morph into the new decade (audiobook?), and most importantly, that you yourself are able to cultivate s e e i n g even more of what is (there, or here) in your patch of planetary air. To attend to attention.
We can't just turn a BLIND EYE
Almost three years backdropped with the mad puppet of diseased-mind-spin-psycho-cycle. Now all caring spirits and soulfuls must cultivate our forms of resistance, while Truth Chopper, with lumpy excited skin, flails his gas bags in front of the camera fauning a bullshit tickle fan as it Humptys off the wall. We sincerely hope for changes and take actions while trying to not to take our eye off the ball.
Yah - there's more than meets the eye
We never pictured ourselves addicted to dire "news". But in part through our love of literature, we're absolutely hooked!  Just a partial list of names is cataclysmically, sadly enthralling ..... what with the Peckers and Papadapalisses, the Stormys, Manaforts (literally means strong man) and Mad Dogs,  or ...  sprinkle your favorite downfalls here  .....  hear the suck of moral rot  .....  not to mention the Putin/esque escalation of it all,
All Without Batting an Eye!
crashing along while the greasy wheels glide-burn lives into the thick quicksand of unraveling. Our collective intestines ache to hold and repair all the internal and external explosions, not to mention the heated bake of willful planetary desecration.  Paunched launch via hazardous (shitter-twit-fits)! ! ! (Aren't you exhausted by all these daily exclamation marks? ! What would calming punctuation even look like? , hmmmmm
...... b  b  b  b  ...  b r e a t h e  .......  eeee aaaaa tttttt hhhh hh....eeeee..
Pulled the Wool right over their Eyes
And really, too bad they called it that - quid pro quo; it was bound to get so slippery and atmospheric when we really need grip.  All in broad daylight.  But PLEASE  Deus ex machina !
Will he actually get sacked?
Speaking of eyes - last week we enjoyed art writer Peter Schjedahl's poignant reflection, 77 SUNSET ME: "I like to say that contemporary art consists of all art works, five thousand years or five minutes old, that physically exist in the present. We look at them with contemporary eyes, the only kinds of eyes there ever are." 
In the Public Eye
In summary mode, or talking too much, our most recommended book of the past year was The Overstory by Richard Powers which contained many many great sentences including this:  "The air is a mix we must keep making."

Since art is a translation of desire into action, here again is the link for MAD2 Go just in case you missed the performance in which the artist tried to pour her guts out about it. 
Peace and Love,
Be back soon, please send your goodies to: homeland inspiration@gmail.com
The Art Ranger
onward -

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