Saturday, September 30, 2017

Found Art Friday 234

Dear ones,

 Here at The Department of Homeland Inspiration - we're lucky to have a dog we must walk. In so doing, the same path is never the same:
Artistic License? - Our new Business card?

We try not to let it get to us.  But it does, because we're all about percolation, digestion, reflection ....

Mire Poix

 Switcheroo


Since it is Harvest Festival season, we are are going to celebrate the large category of vegetable named squash and the exuberant way that it grows and plans how to support items that may weigh more than a baby and feed an imaginarty (yes a typo) village.

squash blossom with bee

Squash support infrastructure

aged to bluegreen with scars and stem torque
Do you have pleats or darts or warts?  Please share at FAF@homelandinspiration.org

Friday, September 22, 2017

Found Art Friday 233

Dear Ones,
Despite finding ourselves placed on a precipice
erected by two bufffoons
that are way too into their hair
running hot, wagging tongues waging
swaggering wars whilst investigation warms to cut close
around his sick heartlessness while we gawk with jaw agape
at nature's power to completely dismantle human efforts
while tweeting at-risk-for-stupidity senators regarding healthcare debacle
We would like to see (or make) a sine wave frequency of our global anxiety level
now
versus
then
Oh yes - here at The Department of Homeland Inspiration, where every day is full of work and play (if we are just able to notice and to breathe .....); the following lovelies and oddities have entered our community inbox:
Bonnie Hotz seeing dinosaur bones
Water smiling
Naval fleet, village or waiting in line
 We'll call them decompositions

Now here are a few more captures from Art Ranger out on the range.  These emphasizing the entrails of civilization:
Somewhere hot in Utah near a skinny horse
Cousin of squashed abandoned glove

We feel a nodule of narrative coming on .......  

Speaking of which, we found this page amongst the 48 years of flotsam and jetsam in the childhood bedroom.  Let's call it Story in a Jar:
Fiction Circa 1983?  We loved our typewriter - the rhythmic sound helped us want to keep going.
Have you changed much?  Please tell us through images or stories or squashed findings ... .......
send to FAF@homelandinspration.org and we will certainly try to weave it in.