Most recent post

Waiting for inspiration

Image
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...

The Abyss Stares Back

 


The Rapid Creek Abyss Stares Back

From the corruption and scandals of our colonial governments.
And the just moral and social evolutions afforded.

Far from the lands of despotism and aristocracy.
The Empire shaped this land.

The Abyss arrived.
All those deaths made in silence.

The instruments that silenced tongue, histories, and myth.
The institutions that maintain silence.


 The Rapid Creek Red Moon Eye

Lunar malevolence.
Fear of being attacked.
Fear of being eaten.

Cyclical predictions.
Growth-based endeavors.

An engineered future.
An empire. 
A sovereign state. 

Conquering many territories.
Subjecting people to one authority.
Many cultures under one kingdom.  

One kingdom one god.
Subjugation.
The wrath of one god.
Enforced by law.




Abyss The Character Of Storm

Ill at ease.
Discomfort and distress.
Settlers breaking down.

Opportunistic men.
Of self-interest.
In denial of atrocities committed.
Structured towards blame-shifting.

The rights of lordship.
And those who fall outside of God’s creation.
The awful silence.
Of enacting a liminal rite.

A threshold. 
To triumph over the past 
To triumph over the future.
Earning the means for eternal life.



Abyss music by JJFBbennett



The Abyss Bug Sunset

Think about it.
All of the souls that can be captured.
Those uncivilized tribes.
Their untapped potential.

The foul proclamations made by winners.
Of the killings and their trail of devastation.
Justified.

A stronger race.
A higher-grade race.
A more worldly-wise race.  
Has come in and taken their place.












You Tube


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Art of Malaka

My Alien Plasma

Drifting Clouds