The Shuddering Breath I Became The cryo unit hisses open, and I remember my name: JB, pilot of the *Subi*. The med-techs call it “revitalisation.” My body hums with a new, raw power. Muscles knit with synthetic fibres, bones laced with carbon-filament. I feel incredible. Invincible. But in the polished chrome of the med-bay wall, my reflection is a stranger. The eyes are mine, but they glow with a faint, amber diagnostic light. The scar from the asteroid scrape is gone, replaced by skin too perfect, too seamless. They say they rebuilt me better. Stronger. To survive the long dark. But when I clench my fist, I hear a servo-whine they insist isn’t there. When I calculate a jump vector, the numbers resolve instantly in my mind, not on a screen. Is this their design? A monster of efficiency, crafted for a purpose I didn’t choose? Or is the monster the part of me that wanted this? The part that, bleeding out in my crippled cockpit, whispered *yes* to any salvation? Did I consent...
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JJFBbennett is a digital platform that showcases an artist's journey through creativity, innovation, and personal exploration. It is a journey in which we can all participate.
JJFBbennett's art is an odyssey from the tangible world of studio art into the boundless universe of digital and virtual spaces. Under the handle JJFBbennett, the artist explores the intersections between technology, ancient architecture, and spiritual aspirations, creating a hive-like, translucent metaverse that branches into various technological dimensions.
JJFBbennett's work begins in physical spaces, capturing the essence of night, sleep, mood, emotion, and consciousness through series like "This Branch." JJFBbennett delves into the transformative power of darkness and light, using it as a metaphor for creativity and introspection. From there, the real transitions into the digital, where the art evolves into something more interactive, like in "JJFBbennett X Verse," where the envisioned art is not just an object to be observed but an environment to be experienced.
JJFB Bennett's creations are a product of inspiration and deep contemplation. They are influenced by various sources, from poetry about human conditions to vignettes reflecting on societal interactions with technology. This process involves deeply contemplating how art can exist and affect a virtual landscape, questioning the traditional boundaries of art and its reception.
Each digital work invites the viewer to join this discovery journey, where art transcends the image and becomes an immersive experience, influenced by ancient wisdom yet propelled by the digital age. The work is not just seen; it is felt, interacted with, and lived through, aiming to connect on a visceral level, offering them space to consider their existence within an artistic narrative.
You can support and engage with JJFBbennett's artwork through various platforms or acquire unique pieces through his NFT profile. Each piece promises a story, a connection, and a piece of a larger, ever-evolving verse. JJFBbennett's artwork has broken through from postmodernism into metahumanism.
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Situation - The Tempest’s Reflection JB , a spaceship pilot, has been placed into a cryo cocoon to revive and transform his life essence. Inside the cocoon, he experiences his mind as a "relentless tempest of clashing thoughts, swirling and churning, mirroring the furious chaos outside of the machine." JB also sees his older self trapped in the same transitory state. The Storm in my Looking Glass A cinematic close-up of JB’s face behind the curved glass of the cryo-cocoon . The glass reflects not the room but a "relentless tempest" of swirling dark clouds and lightning , symbolising his churning thoughts. In the storm's reflection, a ghostly older version of JB is visible, trapped and silent, mirroring the pilot's current state. Cryogenic Rejuvenation Chamber - Night This trapped specter is the true mirror of our pilot's current, suspended state: a mind caught between two ages, the man he was refusing to be silenced, terrified of the man he is about to ...
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The Struggle for Authenticity in Art I want to speak today about authenticity . And about what we quietly give up to be accepted. We’re told that contemporary political art values autonomy . That artists are free. That inquiry sits at the centre of practice. But autonomy, in reality, is often something we *perform*— not something we’re allowed to exercise. Freedom is celebrated rhetorically, while legitimacy is granted only when work conforms to approved languages , approved theories , approved causes . Autonomy isn’t denied outright. It’s curated. This system doesn’t fail artists by accident. It functions mechanically. It rewards work that aligns with predetermined frameworks and filters out work that doesn’t speak the sanctioned dialect . Many voices are excluded not because they lack skill or meaning, but because they refuse to translate their experience into institutionally legible language. I’m not saying all excluded work is good. I am saying much of it is never heard. An...
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