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JJFBbennett travels China

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  JJFBbennett travels China Travel China vblog A travelogue through transit, urban spaces, and metamodern art. Follow the journey from Darwin into mainland China—spanning flight corridors, local bus routes and the architectural textures of Guangzhou. Blending visual observation, posthuman reflections, and ambient digital art, this series explores mobility, modern landscape, and the hero's journey in transit. Travel serves as the raw material for my digital art, transformed through the lens of experiential video. I approach video recording much like a traditional painter uses charcoal: as an immediate, fluid sketch. Where a static photograph freezes time, a video sketch captures gesture, momentum, light shifts, and the living pulse of an environment. Through editing, video becomes more than a record of movement—it becomes a site of active reflection. It allows me to re-enter the experience, positioning myself within the atmosphere of the place. This process of thinking about think...
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The Inception of Capital

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A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again.

Start.
With void.
Then add inception of capital.





A Colonialist Storm. 
Over and Over Again. 

Capitalize on this.
Void.
The backbone is irony.
Of superior culture.


A Colonialist Storm. 
Over and Over Again. 

Decades of. 
Credit has dried up.
Constituted mania.
Reforms, Rescues and Stagnation.
The abyss stares back.


A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

Big money is on the line. 
Credit has dried up.
Countless campaigns and speeches.
Deprived.
Is that true?
The abyss stares back.



A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

Motivation, objectives and requirements. 
A finite game of enlightenment.
Countless campaigns and speeches.
Engaging the unique qualities of the deprived.
Making an economic use of the poor. 
Investing in the development of commodity culture. 
The abyss stares back.



A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

On Entry
We presumed our safety within known boundaries.
We are in agreeance to temporary oppression.
We allow the performance to be believable.
We expect there is an acceptable conclusion.
We know how to act.
We know what to say.

On Exit
The violence experienced is the attraction. 
To enact aggressive-like behaviors.
A theatre of infinite inception.
We stare into the abyss for the abyss to stare back.



A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

An acceptance for surveillance.
Prepared against surprise.
Fixed to an unchanged identity.
Our leaders are dedicated to profit.

To provide distraction.
To deliver misinformation.
To create deception.
To resist mass transformation.

Their achievements are cast in bronze.
Their manifestations are inherited.

The darkened end has been written


Poetry and soundscape





A Colonialist Storm.
Over and Over Again. 

The darkened end a future foretold.
The one who wins to be powerful.
The play was completed from the start.
The outcome was known.
The monuments in place.
The titles in place.
The anglosphere in place.



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