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Strapped in an Alien Cocoon

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  Breathless Strapped in an Alien Cocoon The air... where is the air? The room is sucking it out. It’s blue. It’s cold. It’s the color of drowning. No... no, no, no. Don't touch me! Get it off! The linen... it’s shrinking! It’s sewing my skin together! I can’t... I can’t expand my chest! WAKE UP! MOVE! DAMN IT, MOVE! My hands! They’ve cut off my hands! Why can’t I reach the glass?! SOMEBODY HELP ME! Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe. It’s tight. It’s a snake. It’s crushing my ribs. Tastes like copper... tastes like blood. BREAK! SHATTER! Why is there no sound?! I’m screaming my throat raw but the silence is eating me alive! BK! KATCHA! No! Don’t sleep! The needle... the ice! It’s killing the pilot! If I close my eyes, I unspool! I fall apart! Stay awake, you coward! STAY AWAKE! Spinning. Everything is spinning. The floor is gone. The gravity is wrong. I’m falling up! I’m falling into the black hole! LIES! That’s not real! That’s a ghost! My mind is snapping! I’m looking a...
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Artists Who Become It

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Artist who keeps walking towards creativity




Artists Who Become It

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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.

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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

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#ArtAndSoul #CreativeProcess #PsychologyOfArt #InnerArtist #ArtisticJourney #TransformativeArt #ArtistsOnEdge #FearAndCreativity #ArtInspirationDaily #MentalHealthInArt #SoulfulArt #ArtisticExploration #CreateAndInspire #VisualStorytelling #EternalArt #metahumanism #metamodernism #videoart #videoartist








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/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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