Found Art Friday 301

Dear ones,
What helps?  How are you handling your pre-exhausted conditions?

you could sing a Shaker Hymn here if you know one

 And the fiddlehead on a hike by Mandey of the Village,  perfectly expresses how spring is a kind of  expression of stored energy.  Coiled time vibrantly to unsprung its torque to begin again...   

 

still, we believe in love, art and music, dogs, funghi, vigorous exercise and many other phenomena

Here by our patch, the spring of the non-winter has gotten out its bare feet already.  Always begins
with yellow, its closest color-cousin.

magic biomass carpet  under fence, pleading for please NO more round up, ever ! ! !

What's been amazing, and so un-like what we've experienced in previous versions of america, is the shear velocity of the spiraling.

bespoke incompetency testing - plus a different kind of cone zone of the self-deal

As the poopet and his transfat mutants may have sealed up the holes with lying a-holes stuck up so far inside him, it's gonna blow.  Like Old Faithful.  Except all rot that's so fraught.

collateral: (from the series Repurposed Arworks)

(insert anxiety emojis here - swap out from confused forehead)  

yet have you seen the way blossom just cracks open its skin and flower comes out side of elbow?

Please do send us a picture of one, 1 ft by 1 ft square of your terroir and the ARt RAnger will dutifully wonder about it: homelandinspiration@gmail.com

Found Art Friday 300

Dear ones,
Whoah ! said she. By now The Art Ranger has made quite a few of these blog posts (300) from our virtual desk.  The Department of Homeland Inspiration evolved out of the compunction do at least a sliver of art today, even if it wasn't going to be a sculpture, a drawing, a thing, but just a small perimeter put forth.  Art has always loved technology and danced around with it; so shall we continue tapping on little black squares with our digits toward this practice?  Though cranky and rusty, we re-invent to invigorate .

 bird rain captured by her errand windshield

Sharing images through the inter-webs by squeezing them through little tubes or across air sprinkle : which then comes back up to breathe as a picture?  Bouncing light into each others eyeballs.

In 2010, we thought this to be miraculous, and truly - it still is!

plus how utterly beautiful the small changes can be where we get to walk

What is your Department of Homeland Inspiration? we open the question.  To collect small gestures while being attentive to the visual experience of your moments, those inconsequential encounters that pepper our days on earth as we go about our businesses.  All this in 2020 burgeoning by the Instagrammification of existence, which we fully enjoy, despite our hashtag apathy and scrolling apoplexy. 

Bonnie appreciates the eggplant heiroglyph watercolor left in her kitchen

Friend in the Bay Area wonders on her walk - about the hidden symbolism or,  what some might call "totally rando"

We are interested in how for each one, their eyeful is as different as their brain -full and how those two arenas might intersect.  For many, we acknowledge that a day can be all paved and bent and maybe gone up in an elevator with chem carpet, hammered into being a worn human survival unit.   Our purpose is this  - Art Ranger looks out for art with a small a  - the spirit of it might be:

admiring the person with the gumption to achieve our favorite most inventive car repair

About the outer atmosphere, we want to barf and scream !!!!!  But also, for different reasons, we still want to dance wearing striped socks and try to spread love,  because so many humans are still actually wonderful.

tendrils, tending, tenderly to growth

Images are now in a leadership position, more than ever, isn't it strange?  Thank you for visiting the Department of Homeland Inspiration.  Please send a moment of spice to homelandinspiration@gmail.com.

Found Art Friday 299

Dear ones,
It feels more and more a version of Waiting for Godot.  Certainly the un-united state is not "Slouching towards Bethlehem", perhaps necessary mayhem.  But we do find this is interesting:

From our dear one in New Hampshire.  We think it seems exhausting to live through being the hosts of this early triage (our system is down).  Could you just write it on paper this time please.  Actual real handwriting messy.

We are interested in what could only be happening right this second.  And this candidacy is one of them things.  As is the technological grip.  Art Ranger is currently not orbitting in synch with any one of them.

Luckily, there is a friend's cat named Dennis of Kaz who is putting in thought bubble time about what to do about it

Plus we're made of colorful materials that will last until the comet arrives

One day in the neighborhood, as we walked the trail where one can see a cow or two, we saw this red ensemble approaching and thought to ourselves - uuugggghhh - As the gentleman ambled into closer view - it was instead this wry retort upon his noggin! Along with a fabulous attitude.  Oh thank you humans who are humane! You remain the most of us - Please.

Scarecrow yoga today at 4

 Here are your crops dear.  This takes space and water and sky and air and petroleum and plastic and people.  
We may be sharing the planet with zombies flapping about sucking up viewpoints like milkshakes on a teenage afternoon, or vampire bats that inject media into he bloodstreams. What is the right amount to inform ourselves without drowning?

a healthy dollop of clay

 getting traction    are we?

Art Ranger collects images and thoughts that catch your eye and your mind at the same time: homelandinspiration@gmail.com.

Monday Meditation

Dear ones,
Naturally we ache over the new low low of the so called "trial".  All those hollow-balled-truth-choppers in decline, staring at their shoes while drinking his toxic milk, falling irreparably in line with inflated sad-puppets' vile gluehand-hair-whirl of weak-ego after burn.

The quid must unseat the pro and, he is a pro at con

Art Ranger tries to find moments to divert from the disgust and anxiousness of a worldwide opera of distorted principles, a farce of malfeasance, making Orwell's Animal Farm, a very dog-eared copy indeed.

“Comrades!' he cried. 'You do not imagine, I hope, that we pigs are doing this in a spirit of selfishness and privilege? Many of us actually dislike milk and apples. I dislike them myself. Our sole object in taking these things is to preserve our health. Milk and apples (this has been proved by Science, comrades) contain substances absolutely necessary to the well-being of a pig. We pigs are brainworkers. The whole management and organisation of this farm depend on us. Day and night we are watching over your welfare. It is for your sake that we drink the milk and eat those apples.”
― George Orwell, Animal Farm

Doublespeak Whirligig

 What takes our mind off of the chaotic spin of our tragi-comedy (made-for-tv-movie) country? At times focusing on the sheer outlandish preposterousness of it!

Man defending president's dream cream on tv wears a fake breast pocket handkerchief motif.  Visually and factually untrustworthy.

"Not a scintilla of evidence" said the especially snakey one named Sip Alone who was in the same room

Are people actually drinking this koooolaid?

Rather the united states of kleptocracy, with rug pulled out from under its stature of principles.
This is going to require so much clean up   !  !   !  So tired of exclamation points and unprecedenteds.

this here is shampoo for our brain

and green scrub breathing mat

or, farmers market tuber colors

And how are you? with what Art Ranger calls the pre-exhausted conditions.

Have you seen any light?  If so, or not, please send to homelandinspiration@gmail.com.

when this happens it is our very inspiring departed friend calling