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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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Artist Statement When Who Where

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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.








John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett is an independent artist. You can subscribe to JJFB's work via Blogger, YouTube, Flicker, Facebook, Instagram and Deviant Art. 

If you want to support his art creation, you can sponsor JJFBbennett through PayPal here or a subscription via Patreon here.

If you want to acquire JJFB's art creations as an NFT - John's Opensea NFT profile is https://opensea.io/JJFBbennett  

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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.

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