JJFBbennett

  Hypostyle Hall with Sleeping Dog The air hummed with the echoes of a thousand conversations that have been forgotten. Barcelona's Alternative Universe I am in an immersive scene of an alternative universe. The rough texture of Gaudí's stone sculptures beckons me to sit down and calm down.  A story of natural inspiration is whispered with each jagged and uneven surface. The sculptures are crowned with agave plants. Their sharp, thick leaves contrast against a dense canopy's soft, green backdrop. The air carries a hint of earthiness, mingled with the fresh vibrancy of the surrounding foliage, enhancing the sensory dialogue between the viewer and the environment. This interplay of textures and the organic presence of the sculptures create a tactile and visual symphony. I want to celebrate Gaudí's masterful integration of nature into architectural form. It deepens my connection with the natural world through sensory experience. The Golden Embrace In the golden embrace of ...

  Between Inspiration and Doubt by JJFBbennett.  https://youtu.be/AWiKngoatYA?si=4bdOB-ye6imEFyVR   via @YouTube  Each step I take forward is a step into the unknown. Epic orchestral music, neoclassical, world music, nu jazz, punk jazz ℗ 7458397 Records DK #NewMusic #MusicMonday #NowPlaying #MusicLover #IndieMusic #UnsignedArtist #MusicProducer #Songwriter #MusicVideo #SupportIndependentArtists #ListenNow #NewRelease #MusicLife #GoodVibes #TrendingMusic 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 .  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 profile is https://opensea.io/JJFBbe...

  Artist who keeps walking towards creativity Artists Who Become It Description Discover the transformative journey of artists as they explore the intense struggle between inspiration and doubt, the paradox of creation, and the unyielding quest for legacy. This reflection delves into the profound realisation that artists are not just seeking meaning. They are becoming it through their creative processes. Keywords Creative self-reflection, Art and psychology, Overcoming artistic fear, Creative transformation, Artistic inspiration, Fear of mediocrity in art, Psychology of creativity, Inner artist struggle, Art and self-discovery, Emotional depth in art Hashtags #ArtAndSoul #CreativeProcess #PsychologyOfArt #InnerArtist #ArtisticJourney #TransformativeArt #ArtistsOnEdge #FearAndCreativity #ArtInspirationDaily #MentalHealthInArt #SoulfulArt #ArtisticExploration #CreateAndInspire #VisualStorytelling #EternalArt #metahumanism #metamodernism #videoart #videoartist Be Creative and Inno...

  Artist who stare into their creative self This evocative song reveals the creator's psychological struggles and triumphs as they confront the fear of producing mediocrity and strive for transcendence.  Nu Jazz Keywords Legacy, Insignificance, Remembered, Art Pop, Darkwave, Ambient, Electronica, Introspective, David Bowie, Nu Jazz Hashtags #WillTheyRememberMe #Legacy #FearOfIrrelevance #ArtPop #Darkwave #AmbientMusic #Electronica #NuJazz #IndieMusic #NewMusic #DavidBowie #Introspective #Existential #MeaningOfLife #MusicDiscovery 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 .  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...

  Our Eroded Structures Their journey, they saw, had never been about wealth or dominion. These were illusions, skins shed in the tide of existence. What endured was the more profound call, the pursuit of meaning that only life's raw, unadorned connections could offer. Success was transient. Their connection was eternal.  JJFBbennett music https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrxQKZRnAka3dliF7lp1-Ow Keywords: Dystopia, Utopia, Existentialism, Decay, Resilience, Transformation, Hope, Desolation, Journey, Rebirth, Solitude, Redemption, Wellness, Love, Prosperity, Perfection, Virtual, Illusion HashTags #ArtisticExpression #DigitalArt #Surrealism #ConceptualArt #VisualStorytelling #ModernArt #ArtOfTheDay #CreativeProcess #InstaArt #ArtisticJourney #ContemporaryArt #ArtisticVision #ArtisticInspiration #ArtisticJourney #ArtisticExpression #metamodernism #wellbeing #motivation #love #romance #forever #VR #ArtisticExploration #CreateAndInspire #VisualStorytelling #EternalArt #metahumanism...

  The Future of Romanticism And then, a fracture. The past whispered to them in the quiet of a gilded hall, surrounded by splendour too perfect to be accurate. It was a song—fragile, ephemeral—a thread of memory tugging at their hearts. Its notes were humble and unassuming, yet they carried the weight of the cottage, the dusty beams, and the worn rug where their dream first sparked.   In the echoing chambers of memory, where shadows dance with the remnants of dreams, a woman's thoughts drift to a simpler time, a life painted with the warm hues of shared laughter and humble aspirations.  Beside her, a man's gaze pierces the veil of the present, his mind fixated on the ever-distant horizon of ambition, each achievement a stepping stone to a grander vision.  Yet, in the quiet depths of their hearts, the echoes of their initial dreams, once whispered in the warmth of a shared space, still resonate with the same intensity, a testament to the enduring power of their i...

  Maybe we will find what we lost Discourse "Do you remember the cottage?" she said. "I do," he said. "The dust in the air, the way the light made it glow like gold... It felt alive, didn’t it?" "It was alive," she said. "Because we were. Everything we touched felt real. It wasn’t about what we had; it was about what we dreamed." "And we dreamed of this," he said, gesturing vaguely around them. "A life so vast, so full, it would drown out any doubt." "But it hasn’t, has it?" she said. "The doubt is louder now than it ever was. It’s deafening." "I hear it too," he said. "Every time I look at what we’ve built, it whispers that we’ve lost something more precious than we could ever gain." "We lost ourselves," she said. "Or maybe we just left ourselves behind, somewhere back there, in the cottage, on that rug." "Do you think we can go back?" he said. ...

Artists who Stare Vignette There is a reckoning in the soul of every artist. It begins as a tremor, a flicker of light, almost imperceptible, yet relentless in hunger. That precise moment when the artist is alone, silhouetted against the radiance of an internal inferno and stares unflinchingly into their creative self. They dwell in the space between inspiration and doubt, bathed in the glow of possibilities and tormented by the fear of mediocrity. To exceed the ordinary, the artist knows, is both a blessing and a curse. Each touch, each word, each act of creation becomes a paradox: an offering to eternity but rooted in the fleeting frailty of the present. What if they fail? What if the light within, so achingly bright, burns them to ash rather than illuminating their path? Artists who Stare into their Creative Self The act of creation is no longer a choice; it has become a necessity. There is no turning back. Like a lone figure before the furnace of their own making, the artist surren...

  My Hidden Narrative Video My Hidden Narrative Poem This scratching.  This clawing. At the surface of meaning. Always searching.  Always seeking. A resonance. A connection. Fading.  Like whispers.  In the wind. Will they remember? The touch. The feel. The essence. Of me. Or just the echoes. Of what I built. What I made. What I said. A monument. To dust. The art.  The teaching.  The endless pursuit. Of knowledge. Of understanding. A desperate hope.  To leave a mark. Indelible.  Permanent. But the fear.  Always there. A shadow.  Lingering. Will they remember? The touch. The feel. The essence. Of me. Or just the echoes. Of what I built. What I made. What I said. A monument. To dust. This hunger. This burning. To be seen. To be known. Beyond the achievements.  Beyond the creations. To touch a soul. To leave a trace. Of who I am.  At the core. But the silence.  The vast indifference. Of the universe.  Stares back. An...

  Between Peaks and Valleys: A Journey Within Lyrics We march forward. We march forward. Each step stirs dust into the air—still, unmoving, heavy air. Our silhouettes stretch long, etched across twilight mountains. The sun—neither fully risen nor set—pauses, and hovers. A witness. A silent guardian. Beginnings and endings, both here and distant. Between peaks, between valleys, we walk. We move together, but alone. Each of us. Each step is ours, yet shared. No words, no destination. No destination is spoken aloud. We are suspended. Suspended in transit, where time unravels, where place dissolves, where movement lingers, without end. This space—this space between past and future— This is the place. This is the sacred space. Each step is an act of faith. Each step is a leap into the unknown. The mountain pulls at us—its shadow reaching, grasping, holding. But light pulls, too. Light on the horizon, a promise. A call we cannot ignore. The burden we carry is more than we thought. It is ...