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Abstraction Belief and Experience

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Modernist art and idealised reality When you look at abstract art, you filter it through your own beliefs and experiences. Your perception turns the artwork into a visual puzzle, shaped by your unique psychological makeup. It is futile to ask what the artist intended, because you inevitably interpret the artwork through the lens of your own life. Bring your own perspectives when approaching modernist abstract art.  Modernist artists aspired to a universal, timeless harmony, pursuing the "supremacy of pure feeling." They demanded absolute sincerity, approaching the canvas as an idealised reality. Decades later, the world and art have evolved. Looking through the Lens of Belief Your core values and philosophical outlook dictate whether you perceive divine harmony or chaotic randomness in a composition. Many pioneering abstractionists created art inspired by their spiritual beliefs, often expressing the unseen. The artist’s worldview shapes the use of tension, balance, freedom, ...
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We Are Suspended In Transit

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We are in Transit



Poem:

We step forward.
Each step stirs dust into the air.
The dry, shifting evening air.
The sun is neither fully risen nor a witness.
A silent guardian.
Beginnings and endings, both here and just.
At this hour.
And yet shared.
This is where time unravels.
Where place dissolves and where movement lingers without.
No words, no destination.
This is the place.

This is the sacred space.
Each step cannot ignore faith.
Where time unravels.
Where movement lingers without end.
A witness, a silent guardian.
Beginnings and endings.
Both here in the distance.
The burden we carry is more than we thought.
It is more than it is more than distance.
It's the stories waiting to be uncovered.
And the bond we strengthen along the way.

Unanswered questions.
Deferred dreams.
The hope, the hope of arrival, leads us forward.
At this threshold, we are neither lost nor found.
We walk in the in-between.
Each step whispers.
Here we are.
Here we are in the middle, in the middle and transit towards our becoming.

Description:

This is a poetic exploration of the journey of self-discovery and transformation. This evocative piece uses vivid imagery and metaphors to capture the essence of being in transit, navigating the unknown, and embracing the constant state of becoming.

Keywords:

Journey, Self-Discovery, Transformation, Transition, Becoming, Liminal Space, Inner Worlds, Metaphor, Twilight, Mountains, Courage, Hope

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#SelfDiscovery #PersonalGrowth #Transformation #JourneyWithin #InnerPeace #Mindfulness #Inspiration #Motivation #LifeJourney #SpiritualAwakening #EmbraceChange #BePresent #InTheMoment #Twilight #Mountainscape #landscape #leadership #lost






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. 

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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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