Found Art Friday 282

Dear ones,
What has stubbed your toe lately?  As usual, non human animals just know things that we don't.  Every special teacher we have ever had throughout these life chapters says something about one's heart.  "Listen to your own heartbeat, can you?" says Tai Chi Instructor Leonard Han.  This week, Art Ranger had the pleasure of seeing this man's art studio.  As our practice is to treasure art of the moment, we also get to witness a visitor and its iridescent neck seeming so at home with this art ledge found on Cannery Row.  Lovely siting for a work in process that is already about process:

This viewer had the doors blown off her eyelids regarding the paintings; not just the craft, but its narrative potential, in careful, mysterious, figurative configurations. Yes, go figure! 

Painting by Leonard Han that is not even slightly finished

We're still trying to get the hang of yin and yang! Along the way, this man was, is,  and will be painting, though all we really knew about was the breathing (yes those "breathing lessons" we love to re-shape and share and shift). Or, try the horse pose while holding one's arms as though there are pigeon eggs in pits thereby increasing circulation - isn't that what all the world needs to know about itself? 

People must squeeze all they can out of it:  oil paints, as well as living fully while lightly

Local showing of this work in July!

In contrast, a week ago we attended an Art Fair in San Francisco featuring 92 galleries.  This somehow is Art Ranger's favorite copyright protected picture from the day.  

Lots of Art History grads at the tiny plexi-desks in long thready assymetrical sweaters, less lipstick. Bright hued eye wear amongst the elders.

we really didn't need three jars of ancient celery seeds, now did we

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Found Art Friday 140

Dear Ones,
We unearthed this accidental "art":

Inside lid of long neglected box of pastels.  Pastels that have been somewhere.  Moved and jiggled around, longing to become form, volume, light - pears, flowers, chairs.

Otherwise, the Art Ranger is entirely missing her senses of smell and taste.  Instead of being out on the range, we've been what we call "under the weather":

not under the sun

cumulus clouds, the word "cumulus" from the latin word for "heaps" of something - in our case it's um, heaps of used tissues.

 Now let's talk about chicken soup.  When you are sick, you have too much time to think about such things as the fact that Kleenex tissues are pathetic little wastes of cellulose and Puffs are superior. Or in this case, why is chicken soup so right to eat when you are sick?  Okay, your own core is munted (favorite slang from New Zealand), so that is why you need to slurp down the marrow of other creatures to restore yourself. And, of course, you may be feeling too blah to make your own chicken soup, so you reach for:

Andy Warhol, genius

But here is what else we discovered after having not had a can of  Campbells  Chicken Noodle SOUP in maybe 15 years.  That whole "gargle with saltwater" thing your mother told you when you had a sore throat - Campbells has totally got this covered in the soup. That 8oz. can has 940 mg of sodium!  According to some calculator for heart patients, it's about 17 teaspoons. Yep, and those feeble little half strings they try to pass off as noodles just further slither your mouth in salt like automatic carwash brushes.  After that, "drink plenty of fluids" pretty much becomes a survival tactic as you hallucinate amongst your cumulus of tissues about being lost and parched in the desert with a sore throat, holes in your socks and no mommy, while desiring a soothing lime green or blue snow cone.

Or maybe just a little art moment.

Louise Bourgeois

Have a heart felt week and may you have the time to make your own soup of life.

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