Efficiency runs on Burnout The biggest misconception isn’t the pursuit of paradise; it’s the belief that constant convenience and perfect order come without pain. When you push through exhaustion in silence, When you distance yourself emotionally, When the lonely effort of performing is celebrated, Beware of the trap of striving for efficiency every single day 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 my music via YouTube Music , Spotify , iTunes, Apple Music and Soundcloud To support my art, feel free to donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal If you want to acquire JJFB's art creations as an NFT - John's Opensea NFT pro...
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Artist Statement When, Who, Where
This House Decides and Path of Convenience
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These two works of art published in 2019 capture the essence of the artist's journey, inviting viewers to reflect on their paths, challenge the familiar, and seek more profound connections with the world around them. The intent is to be thought-provoking to prompt meaningful dialogue and invites transformative experiences for all who engage with the artwork. The artworks employ abstract content and commercialised headers.
I am speaking as an avatar of JJFBbennett.
My artistic practice explores the transformative power of disrupting the path of convenience. Through my work, I invite viewers to stop looking down and instead direct their gaze upwards and across the horizon. Drawing inspiration from a pivotal moment, I realized the importance of shifting perceptual perspective. Just as I looked up from what was once remarkable and secure, my art aims to challenge conventional norms and expectations.
Within this pursuit, I delve into the concept of luxury, recognizing its transient nature. The fragility of this coveted state is a recurring theme in my art, as I question the endurance of material comfort and societal agreements. Through various mediums and techniques, I aim to provoke contemplation on the fleeting nature of watching others indulge and reflect on my self-indulgence.
I want to capture the essence of my artistic journey by converting these evocative poems into an artist statement. I encourage viewers to reflect on their paths, challenge the familiar, and seek more profound connections with the world around them. Ultimately, I aspire to create art that prompts meaningful dialogue and invites transformative experiences. My art is not objective it is positional.
This artwork is protected by U.S. and International copyright laws. Distribution and/or modification of the artwork without written permission of the sponsor is prohibited.
The Toxic Weight of Waiting The atmosphere has thickened. What was once a room defined by walls and chairs has dissolved into a toxic haze, an environmental manifestation of a mind under siege. She no longer sits; she kneels, anchored to the floor by an invisible gravity. Above her, the "toxic air" takes shape as a looming, jagged shadow infused with high-velocity greens and burning volcanic reds. It feels less like smoke and more like a predator, a towering silhouette of anxiety that has finally outgrown the space. The colours vibrate with a sickly, chemical heat, turning the very oxygen into something thick and sharp. In this room, the silence has become deafeningly loud. The fractured light from the previous moment has bled together, creating a suffocating shroud that blurs the line between the physical world and an internal fever dream. The momentum hasn't just stalled; it has been swallowed. She has diminished, huddled in the eye of this psychic storm, a solitary ...
The Ethereal Ascent The air in the room is violently still, creating a heavy pressure. She has long stopped looking at the clock, realising that time here is not a sequence but a weight. The waiting room has fractured; the mundane reality of plastic chairs and linoleum flooring splinters into a jagged, stained-glass fever dream. High-pitched frequencies of burning red and sickly blues vibrate as if hardened walls, echoing the frantic noise of a mind that has run out of distractions. Every sharp edge of colour feels like a spiritual siege, a sensory reminder that her momentum has been forcibly halted. There is no use in pacing. There is no use in resisting the authoritative hand of the "in-between." To survive this stall, she must stop fighting the current and become part of the stagnant water. She looks out, as if just awakened, and does the only thing left to recollect. She breathes. She waits. She waits for the shards to align once more. Be Creative and Innovative wit...
Waiting for Azrael The air in the room doesn't move; it simply presses She has long since stopped looking at the clock, realising that time here isn't a sequence, but a weight. The waiting room has fractured, the mundane reality of plastic chairs and linoleum tiling splintering into a jagged, stained-glass fever dream . High-pitched frequencies of burning red and sickly yellow vibrate against the walls, echoing the frantic noise of a mind that has run out of distractions. She pulls her legs inward and forms a tight knot, dressed in indigo and bruised purple. She tries to find a purpose in her world that refuses to stand still. Every sharp edge of colour feels like a spiritual siege , a sensory reminder that her momentum has been forcibly halted. There is no use in pacing. There is no use in resisting the authoritative hand of the "in-between." To survive this stall, she must stop fighting the current and become part of the stagnant water. She buries her face, lets t...
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