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The Territory of the Little People - Storm Clouds Approaching

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  The Territory of the Little People - Storm Clouds Approaching The atmosphere over Pine Creek churns before it breaks. The sky stops being a distant ceiling, and tears open into a fevered, gestural vortex, churning in fierce ribbons of cadmium gold, raw ember, and bruised ink. Here, in the suffocating stillness of the build-up, the heat plays violent tricks on my inner eye. As the squall gathers, the twisting ironwoods and fractured ridges don't feel empty; they crawl with the uncanny belief of the Little People, low-slung, watchful phantoms spun from wire, red dust, and dry static, waiting out the road's fragility. Every jagged branch and swirling filament of cloud becomes a face, an arm, a sinister presence breathing inside the rising storm, drawing the traveller deeper into the delirium of the interior. 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 , Fl...
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Branch Breeze Orange Triptych

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Poem

When I seek shelter.
I am anxious.
Panicked by the cacophony of advice.
From all those loaded up.
With their wheelbarrows and bags of emotional weight.
I am delayed and postponed.
My dreams ruined.
Locked into procrastination.
I the belittled consumer.
Attached to every cause.
Designed by those more intelligent than me.
And then I downloaded a new app.
Now I am mindful.
In my cage.

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Without feeling devastated, I never fully realized my inattention ruined my dreams of myself — so many distractions locked me into an internal misconception. It takes as much energy to procrastinate as to invest in what I want. 

The self-effort it takes to delude and believe in each product's message. As one of the target audience, I convinced myself to register, acquire, and purchase. My step forward is the seller's goal. Everywhere I venture, I partake as part of their moral purpose. I feel good as their faulted consumer. 

They know how to relieve me of my dread. My acquisition is mindful and risk-free. Their call to action sponsors me. However, my identity has a cost, and the cage within has repurposed my sense of well-being. It is why I need to escape to the simplicity of experiencing the beauty of the biosphere.

Saeculum Reflection

Combining the congruent aesthetic experience of art-viewing and art-creating to resonate decisions and actions. A question of simulation and dynamics.






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