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Waiting for inspiration The air in a waiting room carries a specific kind of weight, a density that seems to swallow sound. For centuries, artists have tried to capture this heavy, invisible presence. I think of Honoré Daumier , who portrayed the slumped, weary resignation of third-class travellers. He understood that waiting wasn't just sitting; it was an endurance sport. I see that same heavy air, but my era is electrified. The figure on the left isn't just sitting; they are anchored against a storm of data. Their head is buried in their hands, face half-hidden as if they're trying to crawl inside their own mind to escape the silence. The thick, aggressive slashes of orange and gold overhead resemble a visual scream, capturing that internal chaos where your thoughts race at a hundred miles an hour while your body is stuck in a plastic chair. The green glow on their skin adds a cold, modern tension, making the whole scene feel like a pulse vibrating beneath a still surface...

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Creating the JJFBbennett.x metaverse.


My world that is beyond
Connected with yours
Being and sharing
Interconnected
Chaotic manifestations
Without reasons to exist


Not as a useful commodity
As an elite private space
Educated and interconnected
Unwelcoming to most
A room of unlearning behaviors
Learning how to be idle and to self-engage
To self-civilize



In our world 
When you could once have an original thought
Despite the technical limitation and cost
We banded together to will an intention
Knowing there were no spiritual differences between x and y
We knew we could exist
In proposition and virtue



Within the earth, and the heavens
Where moments can eternalize
Where the cosmos appropriates
The golden house
Celestial and practical




From the ancients
Metal, glass, and precious stone
From the traditions that altered time
Revered and technically accomplished
Shaping all internal forces
Both living and dead.


Early in twenty twenty-two.
Come look at this.
On the edge of your seat.
Four branches.
An internal sphere.
Under the domed roof.
Circular as history.



A room within a room.
A sphere within a room.
The walls and shapes are glass.
Translucent light filters through the stains of colour.
The sphere is where you spawn.
Under a domed roof.
A circle within a square.


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