Words are worlds

Dear ones,

This latest podcast by The Art Ranger who resides at The Department of Homeland Inspiration, aims to celebrate Emily Dickinson, who was this artist's ambassador to American poetry and to the power of words as worlds. In a bangy old beige filing cabinet was unearthed an essay from 29 years ago that she still approves of thus shares a few excerpts. We call this episode Emily The Dickens  because though she was painted as a recluse, an eccentric frail thing, if you listen to her voice, she was very brave and celestial in her understandings and she seemed a great friend. A pioneer wielding pencil in apron pocket.

Art Ranger also reads from the extraordinary publication called The Gorgeous Nothings, which is a line from one of the envelope poems that are herein reproduced.  Her handwriting and the slight yellowing of the actual envelope flaps, with ample space around them - comes as directly from Emily's handmind to your own eyehands as could be possible without you actually touching the poems. 

  

Emily the Dickens who looked at everyday things inside and out, and took words not for granted, but tapped into them like a root.

Best wishes to anyone in the midst of it.

The Art Ranger

home home on the range

a conduit

Dear ones,

Here is our latest podcast episode:

Tea With Gerda: contagious joy 

You get to meet someone who starts a poem this way "You do not have to shovel sunshine"...

 

We saw this and we love this: might be quail bicycle lizard truck

The beloved cocoon, spun by a caterpillar otherwise known as an instar:

Absolutely - we have no idea - but witnessing metamorphosis is fantastic!

Take care

Art Ranger moon dancer

Bob Dylan is Time Traveling

Dear ones,

We wrote and performed this: Bob Dylan is Time Traveling for our now, over a year old, infant project, the podcast on Anchor, and most of those other service/platform things.

Our favorite visual @Department of Homeland Inspiration this month:

Because we are, by chance, raising a silk moth who landed and deposited her offspring: eggs that stuck to our wall then hatched as 1/4 inch fuzzy lines. Which are now effervescent with color and sculptural outcroppings, hearty night time appetite and perfectly extruded sculptural poops. We live for chance encounters, .... and metamorphosis, shedding skins, as well as the word instar : a phase between two periods of molting in the development of an insect larva or other invertebrate animal.

We monitor the poops for health and vigor, just like we did our own infants.

See you next time, comments?: homelandinspiration@gmail.com

 

Instars and poetry

 Well, Homeland Inspirationers, another pod has been cast: 

Special Clearance Sale of Famous Masterpieces This is the third poem in our series from the book "Starting From San Francisco" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti that fell into our lap a few months ago. We hope you might click on that link above and actually hear us read the poem.

A poem here and there can be good for your ears, dears

In the podcast intro, we mention, caterpillars - yes, these caterpilllllarrrs - hand collected off our studio wall and now living in a mason jar full of ceanothus branches, in hopes of raising a beauteous moth:

In March, we declared: why make art when she just shows up at
your studio and deposits her eggs. We are here as witnesses, believes the Art Ranger in her corral of dirt.

And now look at this scrumptious structural caterpillar specimen!  We indeed see the extraordinary pillars. This is about the third "Instar" (we think) on its way to maturation: and we newly appreciate the under side of leaves.  Talk to you soon. We're at homelandinspiration@gmail.com.

Again, the visitation:

 

 

 

Found Art Friday

Dear ones,

We've now completed a full season or so of the Department of Homeland Inspiration podcast.

In this episode we wrestle with our feelings about Beeple "crashes the art world".

See Art Ranger watches out for art, where others may be keeping a watch on red salamanders or the Ceanothus Silk Moth pictured above. This one landed on our studio wall and deposited her pupae in groups of five. She stayed there continuously for at least three days. She was not able to show off her amazing antennae, wings gently fluttering the afternoon breezes. The pupae continue with their process.

Why make art ? when nature shows up at your door all gorgeous like this. Carry on we must.

Whereas in blog world, we welcomed your pictures, now, we welcome your recipes. A voice mail perhaps? Preferably containing garlic. Garlic is as good as ten mothers as the saying goes. 

Peace and Love

Art Ranger    homelandinspiration@gmail.com

 

casting pods instead of fishing rods

 Dear ones,

Here's the lastest podcast which stemmed from two conversations with artist, Doris Bittar.

The farther Art Ranger goes down this road, the more we appreciate all the behind the scenes folk in various kinds of productions! 

Now, aside from "art talk", here are some irresistibles from the series 

What ends up next to what:

May your walk bring you too to a visually quizzical state:  why?

Peace and Love  

Art Ranger lives at  homelandinspiration@gmail.com

A Dispatch

Art Ranger's latest podcast

Dear ones,

We're spending time in a sonic universe which we hope is a pirate radio station that you would like to tune in to. This space, is also an umbrella from which to share years of writings, amusings, rantings, and sitings. Consider stopping by The Department of Homeland Inspiration today, ....

You could stop in for tea, we're not kidding: homelandinspiration@gmail.com 

The Asteroid Belt worn by Powerama

As we wonder and wander bout this earth trying to notice: