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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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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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