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Vision 4 Our internal black hole

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  The Internal Singularity Inside the high-tech cryo-cocoon, JB’s bound body is central, wrapped tightly in shimmering silver nanoweave. His chest cavity is visualised not as flesh, but as a swirling, dark "black hole" singularity, warping the light and space within the pod. Thin, fractured arcs of violet light—representing his remaining anxiety—are being violently sucked into this dark centre, unable to escape the "crushing gravity" of his despair. The lighting is heavy, dark, and oppressive. 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...
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Blending Brushes with Bytes - The New Frontier of AI in Art

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Blending Brushes with Bytes - The New Frontier of AI in Art

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This YouTube video explores the transformative journey of a multimedia artist who evolved from traditional oil painting to digital art since the late 1990s. Highlighting the use of emerging AI tools, the video delves into how these technologies are enhancing creativity and imagination in the art world. Featuring insights into the integration of AI in art exhibitions, the narrative discusses the profound impacts on artistic expression and viewer interaction. The artist's current work and explorations can be seen at JJFBbennett.com, showcasing a unique blend of art and technology that challenges conventional boundaries and invites viewers to experience the future of art.

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Join us as we uncover the fascinating journey of an artist who bridges the gap between traditional painting and cutting-edge digital techniques. Discover how AI tools are not just tools of creation but partners in artistic expression, reshaping how we view and interact with art. Dive into a discussion on the role of AI in modern art exhibitions and its impact on both artists and audiences. Visit JJFBbennett.com to see where art meets innovation.

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Multimedia Artist, Digital Art, AI in Art, Art Exhibitions, Creative Technology, Artistic Expression, Viewer Interaction, Art and AI, Contemporary Art, Innovation in Art

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#ArtInAI #DigitalArtRevolution #AIinArt #ModernArt #CreativeTech #MultimediaArt #ArtisticExpression #InnovationInArt #FromPaintToPixel #ArtExhibitions #ArtGalleryInnovation #JJFBbennettArt #FutureOfArt

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https://youtu.be/uJkAxlolKh0







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. 

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 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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