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The Empire of the Primrose

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  The Empire of the Primrose - Station 1 Do you have recurring dreams? Travel Sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett The cycle always resets at dusk, like waking inside the cold architecture of an unyielding, repetitive dream. I walk the wet, cobbled veins of an ancient European city, passing beneath stone arches hung with heavy, lifeless flags, heraldry drained of colour, damp cloth clinging to wooden poles like dead skin. There is no breath of wind, only the low, humming pressure of an era turning in its sleep. I reach into an iron sconce and tear loose a torch of roaring, ragged fire. The flame casts jittering amber shadows against the masonry as I plunge down the same discrepant corridor, a passage that bends against geometry, narrowing and widening like an inhaling throat. The Empire of the Primrose - Station 2 Past the broken gargoyles. Into the moss-eaten ruins of a seated angel whose stone wings have sheared away to jagged stubs. And onwards, deeper into the vaulted h...
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Pre-Raphaelite spirit-rejuvenated spice

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Dressed in a timeless gown of shimmering, futuristic fabric, seamlessly blending advanced technology with classic design, she cradles an ornate vessel filled with spirit-rejuvenating spice. Behind her, a spectacular panorama of swirling, vibrant nebulae, stars, and cosmic dust stretches into the vastness of space. Understanding this immensity, she values intimate wellbeing, fostered by the space station's carefully curated environment where lush flora infuses the air with natural fragrance, harmonising technology and nature.

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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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