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Drifting Clouds

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  Drifting Clouds between Hong Kong and Guangzhou When I was suspended in that atmospheric corridor between Hong Kong and Guangzhou, I was struck by how the sky felt like a turbulent yet tender expanse. I wanted my watercolour strokes to blend and blur on the paper, mimicking the ever-shifting weather patterns of the region. That is of moisture-laden clouds dissolve effortlessly into brilliant, open patches of blue. For me, this piece is an impressionistic echo of that flight. I was trying to capture that fleeting, weightless moment of looking out into a vast horizon, right when the heavens feel both endlessly deep and close enough to touch. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to m...
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Hong Kong Scraper

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Hong Kong Scraper

They fell from the heavens
As we reach up to the heavens
Establishing this sense of vertigo
From an accumulation of past, present and future decisions

Whereby
Establishing the primacy for creators
Establishing the cold and impersonal social divisions
Establishing the paranoia, the social problems and the consumption needs

To never
Realize control of identity




Hong Kong Futures

Plant covered car-free
Interconnected rather than a grid

Pedestrian as priority
Electro cycles, velomotors, Segways
Kill the car

Create unique new urban experiences
Post modern


When did we board?
Why do we approach with apprehension?

The melancholy of many
Sensing the millions who have traversed
Back and forward
To and fro

Grateful to be part of
This social contract
Passing of time
What has been done
Following the passage of others

Acceptance
The marks on my face after sleeping
Have I the patience to return?











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